The pet king of the city

A Bao looked up and saw something behind Lao Li, his eyes flashed immediately.

Because he thought of TV, the most common way to make money in reality.

It stood up eagerly, and took Chen Lie's finger to his back.

Chen Lie looked over, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Abao, this is not acceptable."

However, A Bao patted Xiong Ni, and even made a gesture of driving.

Chen Lie echoed: "I know that you are an old driver, drive steadily, don't be afraid. But isn't the key to the problem like this?"

A Bao still shook his head, looking puzzled.

Chen Lie reminded: "You think about how old others are. After you sit down, do others still have a place?"

A Bao sat down again as if suffering a severe injury.

Old Li was puzzled and asked, "I said Xiao Lie, what more dumb riddles do you play?"

Ren Qing and the others are used to Chen Lie's rhythm.

So the performance is very calm.

"Abao meant that I would help him get the toy supercar, and he wanted to be a taxi driver."

Chen Lie explained carefully: "But I told it that the toy supercar is too small and its body is too big. After sitting down, there is no place for guests to sit."

"No wonder it is so disappointed."

Old Li looked at A Bao distressedly.

Gu Xiaoyu was the most softhearted, and quietly reminded: "A Bao, you can make some small things to sell for money."

A Bao looked at Gu Xiaoyu in a daze.

Ren Qing also followed his train of thought to remind: "For example, what are you best at?"

A Bao looked directly at his stomach.

What it does best is eating.

But the next moment, he thought of a good idea from what he was eating.

It immediately ran into the kitchen, washed its hands, fastened the kitchen skirt, and then picked out a few materials from the kitchen, washed it, set up a small pot and started cooking.

Not long.

A small pot of sweet soup came out.

Lily and red dates soup.

"I'll help you, Abao."

Gu Xiaoyu couldn't stand A Bao's clumsy appearance, and for fear that it would be burned, he immediately leaned in to help.

Gu Xiaoyu served everyone a bowl.

A sweet soup with a hint of red and a hint of honey is presented to everyone.

Ren Qing and others all looked at Chen Lie.

"Eat it."

"This is a very common medicated diet."

Chen Lie persuaded: "This sweet soup has the effect of nourishing yin and lungs and assisting sleep."

But Li Lao gave way: "I am old and don't like sweets very much."

Old people are most afraid of three highs.

Chen Lie said: "It can provide evidence of chronic coughing of lungs and scabies, sputum and blood. Regular eating can also enhance human immune function, reduce disease, and prolong health."

"Then try it."

Old Li was heart-stricken.

But Lao Li wanted to drink, but A Bao stopped him and reached out for something.

"This time the old man understands."

Old Li paid the money happily.

Abao happily put away the money and withdrew it aside.

"I really saw money open."

"I hurt you for nothing."

Ren Qing, who suffered the same treatment, paid dissatisfaction for a taste.

Chen Lie smiled and asked, "Abao, should I pay the bill?"

A Bao nodded realistically, then shook his head decisively.

It seems that it still remembers that the materials it uses are Chen Lie's.

"Count you acquaintance."

Chen Lie proudly tasted A Bao's first masterpiece.

"Yes, it's pretty sweet, nothing wrong."

Old Li gave a fair evaluation.

"still alright."

Chen Lie’s evaluation is simple.

Ren Qing did not comment, but looked at A Bao in surprise.

Because in her eyes, such a sweet soup can already be taken out to open a shop.

Chen Lie and Li Lao gave a low evaluation, simply because one of them is a god of cook, the other is accustomed to eating the delicacies of mountains and seas, and they are all very tricky tongues.

With such a clumsy body, A Bao can still make such works, which is considered commendable.

"Ah! Abao will make money!"

"Bailing also wants to make money."

Bailing is a child with a temperament, naturally not to be outdone, and began to clamor for money.

Old Li Xiao asked: "Then how do you plan to make money?"

"Bailing wants to sing."

"I want to be a street singer like that on TV."

Braun's articulation clarity is much better than before.

Even more powerful is its thinking.

In the past, it could only say some, express some simple thoughts and words.

But now it can express relatively rich content.

"Blue Crown also sings."

The Blue Crown came to join in the fun.

But the Blue Crown never succeeded in singing a song.

Chen Lie tested it, but at most it was memorized and sung one sentence at a time.

The most important thing is that even if it is sung, the effect is very different from the sound of Bailing's nature.

Ren Qing smiled and said, "If Bailing goes to the streets to sing, it is guaranteed to be more popular than any street singer!"

Not thinking of this sentence gave Bailing endless encouragement.

"Cup cup!"

"We need money-making cups."

Bailing looked around, without hesitation, grabbed his own cup and flew towards the door.

However, Chen Lie caught Bai Ling and grabbed the cup incidentally.

Chen Lie asked: "You really want to go out to the store."

"Abao can make money."

"Bailing can make more money."

Braun's attitude is very firm.

It seems that this is no longer a problem of Lingguo Nong, but a problem of ambition.

Chen Lie asked, "Where are you going to sing? If it's too far away, I won't let you go out!"

"The door!"

"Ah, let me go!"

"I am a vagrant singer!"

Braun began to struggle.

Old Li persuaded: "Xiao Lie, just let it play. It's reasonable for children to have a temper."

"There are so many of us, you can see it."

Ren Qing was also curious about what Bailing could do.

She has prepared the video head and started to record.

Chen Lie let go of the struggling Bai Ling, but handed the cup to A Bao, saying: "A Bao, you go to help Bai Ling. With your help, it will definitely attract crowds quickly."

"This is a great idea!"

"Brother Lie is too bad."

Everyone praised Chen Lie for his quick wit.

I have to say that Chen Lie's suggestion is too effective.

When Abao walked out the door, sat aside, put the cup in front of him, and Bailing simply fell on top of Abao's head.

"Panda!"

"Am I dazzled?"

Many passers-by saw A Bao and immediately came over.

"Aren't these Abao and Bailing? What do you want to do with a cup?"

"They look so funny, let me take a picture first."

There are more and more curious people, and the effect of onlookers comes out instantly.