"You're here... for delivery, right? I'm done with my work here, come here to help you." Grandpa is an enthusiastic demon, and the black egg is up to him.
With that said, he started to work for the silver-haired monster.
Grandpa helped the other party unload the heavy feed from the baskets on the cart. Fortunately, although the leaves of various vegetables are heavy, the baskets themselves are not heavy. They are large baskets woven with rattan. The green-brown color of the rattan itself seems to still have life, and there are some small flowers and leaves on it, which looks very unique.
Grandpa couldn't help holding the basket and took a closer look, noticing the suspicious gaze on the opposite side, and then he shook his head and explained it embarrassingly:
"This basket is really beautiful, did you make it? I often weave baskets at home, but they are all in the rough style of some country people, not as good-looking as you." If it was just the horned monster himself and his grandson, the grandson would not be at all. He doesn't care about the style of the things he uses, the old man will probably continue to use the country style, but doesn't he have a great-grandson now? I can see that my grandson is getting bigger and bigger and more beautiful (?) At the same time, he is also becoming more and more particular. Now the great-grandson already has a set of his own aesthetics. When staying at home, he can't bear it. Live and put the whole bunch of flowers in a vase~ Drag a tattered blanket with patterns at home (← Picked up from the garbage heap)~ Wipe the stained place on the wall... or something.
When Chiu Chiu was repairing his clothes, he would also beg Chi Chiu to embroider his eyes smaller and his stomach a little bigger. I will also help grandpa to think about the style together!
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This is a little monster with aesthetics.
Although it has a big head, the horned monster is in pain and happy.
Thinking of their old successor, three generations have produced such a talent with aesthetics! I won't mention it myself, the grandson also pays more attention to practicality than aesthetics. The only granddaughter is rougher than the grandson. In the generation of Heidan, Heidan has a great appreciation for beauty since he was a child!
Under the influence of his great-grandson, the horned monster will now pay attention to good furniture styles and basket weaving techniques. He thinks that when he returns, he can re-decorate the furniture he made at home.
Black eggs will be very happy~
Thinking of how the little monster sweetly said "I love grandpa so much" and then kissed his face softly, the horned monster couldn't help laughing until his eyes narrowed.
Looking at the horned monster with an unusually rich expression in front of him, the silver-haired monster lowered his head and continued to work.
Grandpa also continued to be happy to help the demon to help with his work.
The last basket was at the end of the sled. Because the snow on it was too thick, the basket was almost frozen on the sled. Grandpa took a lot of effort to "pull" the basket off the sled completely.
Looking at the thick snow on the base of the sled, the horned monster couldn't help but stunned: "With such thick snow, you came from outside right?"
The silver-haired monster raised its head again, and the sight behind the heavy cloak seemed to move towards him again.
The horned monster sighed: "It's really not easy for you. You have to come here early in the morning to deliver feed in the face of such heavy snow. Life is not easy!"
Silver-haired monster: …
After moving the feed, the owner of the shop still did not come out. The packs outside were hungry. They were used to being fed by monsters. Seeing that there were two monsters in the yard, they moved towards the position of the two monsters. .
A few big men like hills all surrounded them, like several snow-capped mountains.
Without making a sound, the silver-haired monster immediately began to prepare feed.
Familiar pulled out a large pot from the shed. He mixed the fresh green leaves he brought over, and then took out some grains from the shed and poured it into the large pot.
The strongest pigeon was the first to eat away from his companions, while the others waited hungry. Upon seeing this, Grandpa hurriedly helped distribute the feed.
The last piggyback was the thinnest and the smallest, and it was the last rice bowl, but its companions were not friendly, and its rice bowl was trampled by other companions while waiting.
Looking at the food spilled on the ground, Xiao Tuo Tuo screamed a few times, but after all, he couldn't bear the food on the snow, so he buried his head and stretched out his soft tongue to lick the snow.
Its tongue is very hot, and the heat brought by licking and snorting quickly melted a small piece of ice and snow, and then a lot of food was frozen in the gradually frozen ice, and it had to use its tongue to lick with more effort. Those layers of ice, melted with the heat of licking to eat the food underneath.
"Hey?" He is used to feeding monsters at home, but Grandpa has never encountered such a situation.
However, the silver-haired monster was obviously used to this situation. He stretched out a hand from under the cloak and slammed it on the ice surface. The ice surface shattered in response, and the frozen food also fell out again. With the food in his hand, he just fed the hungry little Tuo Tuo.
This monster must really like raising monsters - seeing this scene, the same sentence suddenly appeared in Grandpa's mind.
The silver-haired monster was silent like this, holding the food in his hands until the last grain was licked away in his hands.
Then, he bent down, grabbed a handful of snow and washed his hands full of debris and drool.
"Coming from the west, you want to buy a pack of monsters, right?" Finally, the silver-haired monster spoke again.
Grandpa was stunned for a while, and it took a long time to realize what the other party said.
"Yeah, yes! My great-grandson has been drinking milk since he was a child, and the milk in the west is always not pure, ah... I'm sorry for pampering him! But there's no way, the little guy is too cute, there's no way not to pamper him... "Like any grandfather who has a beloved grandson, grandpa shows off his little monster in a low-key manner.
"You're already a grandfather?" the silver-haired monster suddenly asked again.
"Uh... Actually, it's not just my grandfather, I'm actually a great-grandfather!" This is another thing that the old monster has always been proud of. It was rare for anyone to ask, and he was even happier.
"However, those two monsters are not Karas. How did you become their grandfather?" The sentence of the silver-haired monster turned out to be longer than one sentence!
Hearing the silver-haired monster ask this, Grandpa explained it.
Many details were deliberately ignored by him. He told the other party how a young monster picked up two cute little monsters and lived happily with them.
"Xiaohua and Xiaohei were very sensible when they were young. For some reason, it was difficult to buy milk, so I went to the mountains to find the milk of wild goats for them to drink. Both Xiaohua and Xiaohei have white skin. It is said that children who grow up drinking goat milk are white. what~
Hehe, my great-grandson is also white, all whiter than me.
By the way, the goat is a kind of monster in our hometown, it looks very similar to me, but the horns are straight..."
Every sentence must be praised in disguise to grandson and great-grandson, grandpa, you are enough.
"Right-angle..." The silver-haired monster seemed to pause for a while: "Are you sure it's not right-angle Karas? Karas is divided into right-angle and curved-angle."
Grandpa blinked and said in an uncertain tone, "Should... not?"
"Speaking of which, the sheep in our place are also divided into right-angled and curved-angled ones. The right-angled ones are called goats, and the curved-angled ones are called sheep..." Grandpa said, and pulled it up with his fingers on the snow. He has been painting with black eggs for many years. The children's simple strokes, Grandpa's current drawing skills... uh... are much better than before. After all, compared to grandson Jihuan, his great-grandson Heidan's drawing skills are obviously superior. Under Heidan's patient teaching, Grandpa's painting skills The level of painting has made great progress, but unfortunately it is still abstract children's painting.
The horned monster scratched and pulled out two "Warcraft" on the ground, one with a curved angle and the other with a right angle. Grandpa's paintings have a terrifying effect. The sheep, which were soft and docile, actually looked like they could be described as "ferocious" in his paintings. describe it!
"Ah... I'm not good at drawing. If the black eggs come and draw, you can know what the goats and sheep really look like."
So, the horned monster unconsciously showed off his great-grandson.
"However, sheep all eat grass." Grandpa added, but he quickly added: "I also like to eat grass... No, it's vegetables."
On the snow, the already tall monster with horns squatted on the ground. The painting on the snow was quickly submerged by the new snow, and the two "evil goats and sheep" disappeared.
Snowflakes quietly fluttered under the two monsters. The snow here is really heavy, they are obviously very close, but they can't see each other's faces.
In this case, the horned monster suddenly felt that the silver-haired monster on the opposite side was getting closer to him, and they were getting closer. And at this angle, the face of the other party is no longer hidden in the cloak, and the two monsters are now close at hand, facing each other.
In this case, it stands to reason that they should be able to clearly see each other's faces, the forehead, the eyes, the contours of the cheekbones, every thin scale or pore on the skin...
However, there was too much snow.
The horned monster couldn't see anything.
Then-
He felt a hand suddenly stick out from the heavy snow, and then lightly landed on top of his head.
The feeling of being touched on the top of the head... It's a very weird feeling, soft, light, powerful, solid...
That hand rubbed on top of his head, something warm... the temperature of the other's palm.
A voice came from the snow on the opposite side, and the voice was extremely close, as if it was right next to his ear. The horned monster heard the voice and said to himself:
"You have to eat more meat to grow faster..."
"Eat more meat, especially the meat of beasts with bones. It doesn't matter if you like to eat grass, but you need to mix it with the powder made from the carapace of the golden scale beetle, so that you can grow taller and stronger."
"You have to grow up well!"
The warm hand rubbed hard on the top of his head again, and then left.
When the snow became a little smaller, there was no one on the opposite side.
If it wasn't for the bulging belly of the scumbags resting, the horned monster would almost think that what happened just now was a daydream of his own.