...

He looked at the little guy who had finished eating the steamed buns.

"It's wrong for you to do this."

The young scholar carefully educated this special thief.

"These steamed buns are mine."

"If you don't ask, you are a thief."

"And, it's not the first time you are?"

"You are the ones who have stolen steamed buns these days, right?"

"My sister-in-law has been worried about this for many days."

"No matter how much you like eating steamed buns, you can't steal."

...

The young scholar is serious and nagging little guy with a dark education.

...

"?"

The young scholar blinked.

Did he see it?

Just now……

Did this little guy roll his eyes?

...

The young scholar looked closely.

No exception was found.

He pursed his lips.

...

"etc!"

When he found that the little guy was about to turn around and leave, the young scholar hurriedly intercepted him.

.....

"Ouch!"

The young scholar reached out to block the direction the dark little guy left.

"No leave."

"You just left?"

"Where are the steamed buns I've been eaten?"

"And the steamed buns we ate in the previous few days..."

certainly.

Steamed buns are food.

It's gone when it's eaten.

He didn't expect the dark little guy to spit out what he had eaten.

Besides, the little thing really spit out...

Who dares to ask for it again?

...

He just hopes that this little guy in black can listen to his words.

Don't continue theft like this.

...

The little black thing rolled his eyes again.

Then get up and jump up.

Leap directly from the young scholar's hand.

Fall onto the windowsill.

Once again, he jumped up and disappeared.

......

The young scholar stood up quickly.

I accidentally turned over the chair under me.

He didn't care.

He ran to the windowsill.

Looking up at the window.

...

The last ray of setting sun in the horizon is about to sink into the horizon.

The moon is already hanging in the air.

The sky is hazy.

...

The young scholar frowned.

He didn't see the little guy in the dark.

It must have left.

He was a little regretful.

The little guy ran quite fast.

...

The young scholar returned to the desk.

He straightened the overturned chair.

Then, the oil lamp was lit.

The faint flames illuminated a humble room slightly.

...

The young scholar shook his head.

How did he just go to educate the little guy who was dark and not lit up the oil lamp?

So much so that the little guy in the dark left, he didn't know what the little guy in the dark looked like?

...

After a while, the young scholar opened the door.

He saw the dinner outside the door.

He concentrates on reading.

All three meals a day are in my study.

Not with my brother or sister-in-law.

On the one hand, avoiding them from always caring about his reading situation will make him feel distracted.

On the one hand, he didn't want to disturb his brother and sister-in-law's meal.

With him here, my brother stopped drinking.

It’s hard for brother and sister-in-law to say anything.

...

The young scholar picked up the dining plate.

Every time I deliver food, my sister-in-law, doi, will not disturb him unless there is anything wrong.

Instead, put the dining plate directly at the door.

His reading comes to an end and will come out to use it.

...
Chapter completed!