cannibal chief to fast

Chapter 21

The patriarch said he was going out to buy ice cream for Xiao Furong.

An hour later, the man who said he bought the ice cream came back.

Little Furong greeted him happily, "Brother!"

Little Furong: (●'?'●)? Wow~

The patriarch came back empty-handed, and he returned as he went, with a clear hand.

But there was a car downstairs that came back with him.

It was a small refrigerated truck, which was filled with popsicles, ice cream, sorbet and other summer summer foods.According to a conservative estimate, about sixty boxes.

The patriarch also replaced the family with a new refrigerator.

The old ones were thrown away and replaced with four large double-door freezers, not to mention sixty boxes of ice cream, even an elephant could be shredded and stuffed into it.

"Come here," the patriarch stood in front of the closet in the room and waved to Little Furong.

"Come on, come on," Little Furong ran over obediently and stood in front of him.

The patriarch wrapped Little Furong in a cold-proof down, wrapped a woolen scarf several times, and put on a cold-proof hat and a pair of fluffy gloves for him.

The little hibiscus turned into a little zongzi.spherical.Soft.

The patriarch took him into the refrigerated pickup truck, and when he opened the cabinet door, there was a sea of ​​ice cream inside, and there were all kinds of ice cream of all brands.

The patriarch has moved the ice cream wholesale shop back...

Little Furong stared at the dog: (?O?.)? !Huh?

The patriarch waved his hand and said with a smile, "Let's eat!"

Little Furong: "..." My brother is not stupid, is he?

Patriarch: ヾ(=^▽^=)ノArrogance!

"Eat! Eat as much as you want!" The patriarch showed the love of the boss, and stuffed a box of cones into Xiao Furong's arms.

Little Furong: "..." Did my brother get stimulated by something?

The patriarch also thoughtfully offered the service of "eating with you".

Two people, one wrapped in a goose feather and down, the other holding a box of ice cream in his arms, sitting on a cardboard box in a small container.

The small container exudes a faint cold air, and they seem to experience the unique happiness of summer in the freezing winter.

The patriarch, a rough-hearted man, clumsily tore open the wrapping paper of the cone following Little Furong's teaching.

Gently, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it.

Two seconds later, the patriarch let out a heartfelt breath: "Ah..."

Out of body.Ascension in situ.This life is complete.

Patriarch: (/?Д?)/Is this happiness real? ? !

The sweet ice cream melts in the mouth, the sweet cream releases the coldness on the tip of the tongue, and the melted honey water flows into the throat. Every bite is like instilling happiness into the heart.

Even if this happiness is only short-lived, it will soon melt.

It was the first time the patriarch had tasted this kind of thing called "ice cream".

The man was dazed, licked one mouthful after another, and exclaimed the magic of the taste: "This thing... seems to be eating snowflakes..."

Little Furong nodded her head, "Yes, yes!"

Little Furong scooped a large spoonful of chocolate-flavored family-sized ice cream, and put it into her mouth full of ritual, happiness overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

"Do you like it?" the patriarch asked.

"I like it!" Little Furong blurted out.

Little Hibiscus OS: (●'?'●)?? People who like ice cream and buy me ice cream.

The patriarch was in an inexplicably good mood, so good that the corners of his mouth rose crazily.

He shook his legs in the cold, turned into a sewing machine, and gnawed hard on the cone with his head buried.

Patriarch: 〒▽〒 woo woo woo woo woo so delicious...

That night, the patriarch and little Furong suffered from diarrhea due to eating too much cold food.

This is what happens with romantic intemperance.

Two adult men fainted at the door of the toilet because of exhaustion, overlapping to form a "ten" shape, and even the rats passing by in the middle of the night detoured one after another.

Fortunately, the next morning, the old counselor came to report the latest family affairs.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw two "salted fish" lying on the floor, and the old man was almost scared to death.

The old patriarch:! ! ! Σ(っ°Д°;) っ clan, patriarch? !

The patriarch and Little Furong lay on the ground, dying to say hello: "Hi... early wow~~~"

The old strategist: "......"

The old counselor turned into two big ones, like a worried old father, taking care of these two fucking things alone.

"No brains? Who eats ice like you?" The old counselor murmured and gave them water and medicine.

Patriarch Si Tiaojiao: (⁄"⁄) Kou Hang.

Little Furong's air is like vain: (≡ω≡.) Oh~

The old counselor was busy cooking porridge and medicine. In order to take care of these two older children with acute gastroenteritis, his life was exhausted from a seventy year old to a sticky year.

This time there is really no credit and hard work.

The old counselor took the opportunity to fight for a salary increase: "Increase wages! Increase wages! Increase pensions! Increase pensions!"

The patriarch jio put him...

Forget it, the patriarch has no strength to lift his feet.

The author says:

Veteran Adviser: Looking forward to retirement every day...