Sun Fangfang took out all the little bastards in the nest. There were six of them in total, all of which were pink and tender little meat balls, which looked extremely cute.

"Hehe..." Sun Fangfang was about to pick up the little bastard and get up and leave, but suddenly remembered her original purpose. She slapped her forehead and said annoyedly: "I forgot, I still have to touch the egg..."

Sun Fangfang hugged her waist and turned around the stack of firewood. On the side of the back, Sun Fangfang was lucky to find an egg that was laid in the open air. She picked it up happily, but found that there was some chicken poop on the shell of the egg. At this time, the chicken poop had already dried up and even had a broken wheat straw.

"This is a fresh egg..." Looking at the egg stained with chicken shit, Sun Fangfang smiled proudly, holding it happily in her hand, but her eyes were carefully searching in the stack of firewood.

"Hmm???" Soon, Sun Fangfang discovered again. Under the roots of the firewood pile, the soil below was exposed because it was scattered by chickens, and even the soil was digged out of a pit by them. In this pit, three eggs were placed.

"It really is..." Sun Fangfang quickly took out the three eggs, "There are four now, enough to eat..." Thinking of the delicious egg custard, Sun Fangfang couldn't help swallowing and giggled.

By the way, the egg custard is simple, but only the auspicious ones made, which made her miss. When the auspicious ones were made, she also watched it. The process was not surprising at all, but after it was made, the taste was surprisingly good. She had also done it according to the auspicious ones, and the result...

So, Sun Fangfang happily entered the yard with eggs and six little bastards...

"Is it better?" Wei Qingqing sat obliquely on the floor, hugged Yang Ming's head on his thighs, and gently rubbed his temples.

"It's much better..." Yang Ming smiled slightly. After a night of recovery, Yang Ming's muscles softened slightly and could make some expressions.

To be honest, it is really unfair to Yang Ming make this look. His physical fitness is very strong. There is no doubt about this. However, his mind is not inferior to his instinctive reaction, and his body structure changes constantly with his mood, while his mood changes constantly with Wei Qingqing's high or low cry of pain. In this way, it will be a tragedy...

His blood flows slowly and slowly, and his endocrine system is constantly changing. After a while, the disorder of the endocrine system becomes inevitable. Yang Ming ends up being just a stiff muscle. This is a blessing in disgrace. If their son drags it for a few more hours before he comes out, it is really hard to say what Yang Ming will eventually become...

You know, although Yang Ming's body is strong and even reaches the point where ordinary external forces are indestructible, if an accident occurs from inside his body, nothing will work...
Chapter completed!