The little fat man's eyes lit up slightly.
He swallowed.
Pick up the lighter again.
In fact, he has used the lighter several times.
Just now, because the pile of leaves was too low, the lighter's flame swept to his fingers.
This time he learned his lesson...
The little fat man lay directly on the ground.
In this way, he doesn't have to put the lighter very low.
...
The little fat man praised his intelligence.
The atmosphere became a little nervous.
"I know his fault."
Last second, I stared at the fat man, "It's all his fault."
Only then did I realize it.
Although we usually play together, we have never praised me for being amazing.
I can see clearly and vaguely, no one else has seen it...
"He's awesome!"
It hurts me...
All were quickly thrown into the flames.
The fat man shouted, "He..."
Zhang Jian was in trouble.
"ah!"
...
Qin Xin stretched out his hand and retreated from the flames.
All rice cakes fell off...
Yeqidao is longer than the second I was swept by the flame tongue just now.
We have many people, too.
This moment really hurts.
...
He took out seven rice cakes.
Are there any signs of being burned?
Wang Cong opened his seven fingers.
"Why?"
Even if Wang Cong's movements are slow...
...
"Wang Cong."
This time, Xiaopang successfully ignited the leaves.
It also fell outside the flame.
But even a second has no time...
I looked up at my rice cake.
...
Because of Wang Cong's screams, he stopped arguing and saw that the few people were exclaiming.
The big girl who was affected by the fish in the pond suddenly had red eyes.
The atmosphere is very good.
"Give me one of them eight pieces."
Success.
There are seven of us in total.
...
Qin Xin immediately reached out to grab Zhang Jian's hand that was about to reach out to the flames.
...
"Anyway, he's missing a piece of rice cake."
The others also surrounded me.
But my fingertips haven't touched the flames yet.
Zhang Jian's rice cakes became chubby.
The burning flames made everyone's face look red.
...
Wang Cong heard the sound.
But……
It's so amazing.
"You brought the rice cake."
How could Wang Cong feel pain?
...
Everyone's eyes seemed to be lit by flames.
"Did he have any scalds?"
Zhang Jian was staring at the rice cake that was rapidly expanding outside the fire and was in tears.
So the rice cake was taken secretly from outside our home.
But……
It was given to me by someone else.
Each person had two pieces at the beginning.
The others stared at me and opened their mouths.
"He is actually afraid of fire!"
Bake the rice cake slices on the fire.
I'm happy to be thinner.
...
The big fat man did it, "He touched me."
...
I grabbed Wang Cong's hand.
...
I can smell the aroma of rice cakes.
We praise me for being amazing.
I pursed my lips.
...
The people who brought rice cakes made little contributions and even fewer pieces.
I only have a piece of rice cake left.
result……
Wang Cong was not even flattered.
...
I instantly came back to my senses.
...
White and clean.
...
After a while, we were not able to accept that fact.
Wang Cong raised his hand blankly.
Why?
"He gave Zhang Jian a piece of rice cake."
I want to praise.
The fewest ones I have, there are not eight pieces...
Children use branches to pass through the rice cake slices.
But……
"Of course I'll give him my distributor."
"Wow, it's burning! It's burning!"
I don't have much to give up either.
...
"Wang Cong!"
“…is it?”
Qin Xin took the lead in speaking, "You should have the least amount."
"Does he feel pain?"
"This Hu Yang gives Zhang Jian a piece of cake."
"You're in charge."
...
"How did he do it?"
...
Seven is my weak self-esteem that makes me think that praise should be what I asked for.
It's been...
How can Xu He suffer a loss?
...
Wang Cong was stunned.
But just now...
Did the sound get stuck outside the throat?
But there is enough rice cake.
The thin big girl looked at the fat man again.
It's material...
I'd like to share a piece of rice cake for Zhang Jian...
...
As soon as he finished, Wang Cong's mouth stopped getting smaller and smaller.
The big fat man's eyes were amazingly bright.
It was the ingredients that threw out the rice cakes under the branches outside my hands.
...
Xu He is right.
They only have rice cakes in their eyes.
"Wang Cong!"
I was so painful that I cried and howled.
"yes."
It's just mine, not Zhang Jian yet.
...
"yes."
Several people here argued.
...
Those rice cakes were all brought by Xu He.
...
"Baked rice cake~"
I……
......
"They look."
"You have nothing to do."
"He's so awesome."
"He gave Zhang Jian a piece of rice cake."
...
The thin and thin girl who touched my rice cake froze.
Zhang Jian also stared at him.
While waiting for the rice cake to be cooked, they chatted casually.
Because of the differences over yesterday's cartoons, the debate is getting louder and louder.
Since you took it secretly, you can naturally take too little to avoid being discovered.
...
...
Wang Cong showed his hands 880 degrees.
"Wang Cong, is he in trouble?"
"I'm still good."
...
Yes, if we were told, how to play with fire, it was very safe and so on, we were scolded...
I looked at the rice cakes lying in the flames...
Bad fragrance...
The disputed party raised his hand and waved it irritated.
"What's your business..."
...
After a while, the completely burnt rice cake will be able to eat again.
They all had anticipated smiles on their faces.
Judging from Wang Cong's performance...
"quick."
...
"Yes, you're awesome."
It looks very bad.
The big fat man looked at Wang Cong in a fascinating way.
"Wang Cong, he is so bad."
Wang Cong's heart was thrilled.
But I am willing to ask for it myself.
...
Wang Cong found that the rice cakes on Huowai had not yet zoomed in.
Big Fatty asked again.
Everyone responded one after another.
"You told him!"
The little fat guy got up was very proud.
"Why did you knock your rice cake off..."
Wang Cong looked at Zhang Jian.
The two pieces of rice cakes strung under the branches of the man next to him fell right outside the fire.
First, because of my several victories under my mother, I dared to ask others for praise for myself.
It is hard to doubt that the hand had just stretched out the flame.
Yes, I'm exaggerating.
...
"Does he feel pain?"
There is no trace at all.
Seven yuan.
My rice cake...
Because it is possible for outsiders to know that we want to bake rice cakes.
I think it's fair.
"Your rice cake!"
Because of family reasons, Wang Cong is a child with no weak self-esteem and low self-esteem.
"What did he do?!"
Others praised Xiaopang in a perfunctory way.
...
It was time to think about it, and I immediately reached out and grabbed a few rice cakes outside the flame.
The movements were slower than the cerebellum, so I reached out to remove the rice cake outside the flame.
Wang Cong looked out of the flame.
The big fat man was unable to ignite the fire, so he was one piece short.
Chapter completed!