Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Ever since the young official was able to eat porridge, he has loved the food in their bowls.

At that time, his hands were as fast as lightning. In a flash, the meat in the little lama's bowl disappeared.

"Ah, young official, you can't grab it. This piece of meat is too big for you. You will choke on it."

"Ah ah ah ah ah."

The young official held the flesh tightly in his hands and bit it with his few remaining teeth, but he refused to give it to her.

He can eat, he can do it, although he is a small guy, he is very strong.

The round face is greasy.

Seeing Bai Ma coming, the official sped up unconsciously. Unfortunately, his teeth were not good. He struggled hard to taste the flavor, but his saliva was very strong.

When Bai Ma saw this, he hurried over to comfort her.

"Little official, spit it out quickly. Grandma will give you mutton porridge, which also has meat."

As he said this, Bai Ma showed it to him specially.

The official took a look and still felt the incense in his hand, so he shook his head.

"Oh no."

This child has developed new vocabulary for food and will say no.

However, this roasted lamb is really delicious. It’s New Year’s Day, and everyone wants to eat something good.

Mingzhu Zhuoma was holding a plate filled with vegetables cut into small pieces, meat, and soft potato pumpkin pancakes.

She put down the plate and hugged Xiaoguan, looking at Baima. Baima understood, so she gently pried Xiaoguan's hand.

Lama Deren was laughing so hard that he squealed like a pig.

Wow, what a big scene! The fight between my mom and I for food has officially begun.

Bai Ma was still reluctant to pry Xiaoguan's hands open, so she nodded his little head and said, "Just eat it."

When the young official saw his mother laughing, he also grinned, and Mingzhu Zhuoma wiped his saliva.

At this time, Deren Lama was laughing and said, "Kid, you can't beat your mother."

Sure enough, when Xiaoguan relaxed and smiled foolishly, the meat in his hand disappeared in a flash. Baima quickly took it away, wiped his little hands clean, and stuffed a potato pancake into his hand.

This action is smooth and flowing, and it is not the first time.

While they were fighting each other, the little lama quickly ate the lamb chops, which were delicious.

It’s a pity that my little brother can’t eat it.

Lama Deren nodded his head and said, "Eat quickly. We will take Xiaoguan with us and let Baima and Mingzhu eat later."

The young official looked at my mother in disbelief.

"Do not."

"Grandma."

"bad."

The young official's eyes were almost watery from crying. Mingzhu Zhuoma smiled and stuffed a mouthful of porridge into his mouth.

I suppressed my urge to cry.

I wanted to cry, but my mouth smelled so good.

Or wait a moment before crying.

When he ate the potato pancake in his hand, his eyes lit up. This was also delicious.

Children's tempers come and go quickly.

Anyway, he forgot about it because he had food in his hands.

Deren Lama and the little lama had finished eating, and they exchanged seats to let Baima and Mingzhu Zhuoma eat.

The official was not afraid even if the people changed, because they were all people he was familiar with.

He even pointed at his favorite dishes and babbled happily.

The little lama also picked up the dishes he liked for him.

He also gave his cake to the little lama. The little lama took a bite and the official nodded with satisfaction.

But when Naruhito lifted up the official's clothes, he saw his round belly.

It is white and tender, just like a small watermelon.

"Okay, you can't eat now."

After stuffing the clothes in, the little lama took the things away.

Naruhito carried the little official in his arms and went for a walk in the yard.

Bai Ma and Mingzhu talked while eating, and they were all children's questions.

This is also Bai Ma’s first time raising a child, so she needs to ask for advice on many experiences.

Mingzhu was experienced, and everything was fine except that her child died after going down the mountain. Later, Lama Deren took her in and let her cook in the lama temple.

The original body didn't like cooking, and he was the same.

You can do housework but not cook, because Deren’s cooking is terrible. Before Mingzhu Zhuoma came, the little lama just wanted to stay alive by eating so much.

Only after Mingzhu Zhuoma came did he know what delicious food meant.

The little lama has worked hard too.

The ewe has worked hard too. Goat milk was one of the little lama’s favorite foods.

Zhang Fulin came over mountains and across rivers, and bought a lot of things he had promised to bring to Bai Ma on the way.

I cried and laughed all the way, it was scary.

Especially when entering the territory of Tibet, people said that there was a Han Chinese who was crazy.

The closer he got to the snow-capped mountains, the sadder Zhang Fulin felt.

The whole person floated over like a dark cloud.

When Lama Nur Rinpoche finished chanting, he was sweeping the snow.

From a distance, I saw a man carrying a huge package, not afraid of being blown away by the wind.

"Now is not the day for the supply team to enter the mountains."

By the time the moving mountain reached the door, Naruhito had already put down his broom and clasped his hands together.

"Dear guest, where are you from?"

"Zhang family."

"Dear guest, where are you going?"

"Lama Temple."

Nur Lama: . . . .

I am the only Lama temple here. What? Are you trying to steal my job?

That's not okay.

With a thud, well, it's a strength that can't be provoked.

But when the other person looked up, Naruhito felt relieved.

"Bai Ma's man, the Zhang family has let you come back."

Zhang Fulin: . . .

"Well, I'm back."

"Nerren Lama, where is Baima buried?"

Naruhito: . . . .

"She's not dead."

"Yes, I know that Bai Ma has always lived in my heart."

Naruhito: . . . .

"Bai Ma is really not dead."

"Thank you for your comfort, Master. I understand."

As he spoke, Zhang Fulin took out the tablet from his arms.

"I carved this myself. Does it look nice? I hope I can put it in the sutra chanting hall to pray for Bai Ma."

Lama Nurin: . . . .

Damn it, he couldn’t wake up a man who thought his wife was dead.

Your wife is really not dead, Deren Lama wanted to roar.

Unfortunately, we have to consider our image.

Lama Deren was too lazy to talk and took him to their previous room.

"Clean up and come to me again."

You are in such a depressed state, why not take a shower and wake yourself up?

Naruhito went to the backyard and saw Baima.

Xiaoguan can walk now, but he likes to fall from time to time. But it doesn’t matter, because his clothes are thick enough, the worst that can happen is that he will roll into the snow.

He quite liked it.

The little lama is also there and can rescue the minor official.

Bai Ma saw Deren looking at her and asked in confusion. "What's wrong, Master?"

"Zhang Fulin is here."

"He's in a bit of a bad state."

"I told him you were still alive, but he didn't believe me."

"He also carved a tablet for you."

Deren's complaint was very precise, and letting Baima deal with Zhang Fulin was the best way.

Bai Ma: . . . .

I am a tablet.

Those who haven't yet become petty officials have either forgotten or just don't like it.

Fulin still doesn't believe in the master.

Bai Ma washed her hands, said something to Mingzhu Zhuoma, and went to deal with her man.

Zhang Fulin washed himself and cried in the room he and Bai Ma were in.

She just curled up on the bed, crying silently, looking so pitiful.

On the chest is the tablet of Bai Ma.

When Bai Ma opened the door, he was no longer angry and closed the door and went away.

Zhang Fulin looked at Bai Ma and sat up.

"Are you here to take me away?"

"That's good, our family is together now."

Bai Ma: . . . .