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.
To be continued...