"By the way, you must want to eat glutinous rice balls, right? I fed you this when I was a child. I thought you were tired of eating and didn't like it." Suddenly, Wen Wanru thought of something, said happily, and took out another A carton.
"Come on, mother made this for you, please eat it well." Wen Wanru stretched out two fingers, picked up a glutinous rice ball and handed it to the little owl's mouth, her eyes full of anticipation.
The little owl didn't open its mouth, but just looked straight at Wen Wanru. In its eyes, Gu Fenghua saw endless sadness and despair.
"Good Yaoyao, I'm too embarrassed to open my mouth, I have to ask my mother to feed you." Wen Wanru obviously didn't understand the little owl's gaze, and said dotingly.
Then, with lightning speed, he squeezed open the little owl's mouth and stuffed the glutinous rice balls into it.
Gu Fenghua clearly saw that the moment the glutinous rice balls were stuffed, the little owl rolled its eyes. Fortunately, Wen Wanru is obviously very experienced in this kind of feeding. When she pinched its neck, the glutinous rice balls flowed down her throat, and her white eyes rolled back.
"Sure enough, glutinous rice balls are what Yaoyao likes the most, so eat more." Wen Wanru finally turned her worries into joy, took out another glutinous rice ball, grabbed the little owl's mouth, pinched it, stuffed it, and then pinched her neck As soon as I grasped it, I saw the little guy rolled his eyes up and down, and swallowed another glutinous rice ball.
"I like glutinous rice balls so much, let's have another one." Wen Wanru said excitedly, picking up another glutinous rice ball.
Who said it likes to eat glutinous rice balls, this is obviously forced by you, okay? A thin layer of sweat oozed from the foreheads of Gu Fenghua and others. Looking at the lifeless sadness in the little owl's eyes, my heart is full of sympathy.
"Yaoyao is so good today, I ate so much, but picky eaters are not good, let's have another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake." After the feeding was successful, Wen Wanru was extremely excited, and picked up another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
What does it mean to be more sad than heartbroken? It was difficult for Gu Fenghua in the past to have a personal experience, but at this moment, looking at the dull eyes of the little owl, she finally understood that this is nothing more than grief.
Facing the gentle and "meticulous" care and doting, it has obviously given up resistance. Before she can pinch it, it opens its mouth with a "click" like a wood carving with a mechanism, and waits for her to put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into her mouth. As soon as it was stuffed, it closed its mouth with a "click" and swallowed it like a wooden sculpture with a mechanism.
"Haha, let me just say, osmanthus cake is so delicious, Yaoyao will definitely like it." Wen Wanru cheered like a little girl, picked up another piece of chestnut cake, and teased like a child, "This chestnut The cake is also delicious, Yaoyao, do you want to eat it, if you don't want to eat it, mother will eat it?"
Gu Fenghua believed that if the little owl could talk, it would definitely say to Wen Wanru: "Eat, eat, I'll eat it all for you, and you'll be exhausted."
It's a pity that it can't speak, it can only open its mouth mechanically like a wood carving, waiting for the next destruction.
What is darkness, what is life without love, this is it.
"Sister Wanru, owls actually eat meat, not vegetarians." Gu Fenghua couldn't stand it anymore. It¡¯s nothing more than feeding the owl snacks. It¡¯s still this way of feeding. I really don¡¯t know how it survived until now.
"Ah, is this an owl? I don't know what it's called. Does it really eat meat?" Wen Wanru said with a look of surprise. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com