With a squeak.
The young man in Jiang huailu's arms suddenly disappeared into thin air. Jiang huailu suddenly fell and sat on the ground.
With a confused look, she looked at the overbearing village tyrant rushing towards her.
"Ah!" Just as Jiang huailu was about to scream, he asked granny Zhu to come forward and grab the goose's neck. The big goose flapped its wings and feathers fell all over the ground.
"Sorry for disturbing master." Granny Zhu was so frightened that she was sweating profusely. She hurriedly dragged the goose back.
"Goose, goose, goose, bend your neck to the sky, pluck the feathers, boil water, light the fire and cover the pot. Let's stew it. " Jiang huilu was furious. She was the Savior of the world, and she was embarrassed. Where could she put her face?
Grandma Zhu saw that there were a few goose feathers on her two little buns and felt both happy and surprised.
