Unexpectedly, she and the Violent Cloud Sparrow met in such a strange way one day.
Li Qing chose an ordinary Violent Cloud Sparrow.
"From now on, you're responsible for their daily meals," Chen Yuan said.
"Mm-hmm, I'll definitely give it the tastiest food," Yang Yue stared at the Leader of the Violent Cloud Sparrow, a playful smile on her face.
For some reason, the Leader of the Violent Cloud Sparrow suddenly had a bad premonition.
As night gradually fell,
The gentle evening breeze lightly brushed against Chen Yuan's fine black hair.
At Zhang Hao's enthusiastic invitation, he stayed to have dinner together.
Ever since Good Fortune Farmhouse's business became increasingly good, Zhang Hao's parents specifically handled cooking, with a relative helping with cleaning.
The dinner was very sumptuous, and the little ones ate happily.
"Have you really decided to be responsible for the Violent Cloud Sparrows' meals?" At the dinner table, Chen Yuan suddenly spoke.
