Chapter 929 Dog Food

"Fried sweet potatoes are also delicious!" The little wizards were satisfied. They were sweet, glutinous, and crunchy.

It will definitely be delicious when used to make shredded sweet potatoes...

After the sweet potato cubes, there were French fries, and the lady boss also sat down and ate snacks together.

"...The missing people in the art museum are still missing..." A vague voice came from Shasha's radio, "The police are intensifying their investigation..."

"Huh?" Robert was stunned, turned to look at the boss who was still drinking, and asked doubtfully, "Does the radio also broadcast news?"

"Of course!" The proprietress squinted her eyes and chewed the French fries. "It will be broadcast at the same time as the TV."

"Huh? Really?" The little wizards became more energetic, as if they had been injected with blood. "Is this the news of the day?"

"Really, how can it be called news if it's not the same day?" The proprietress looked reproachfully at the little wizards, as if she were looking at her careless and stupid sons.

The little wizards coughed dryly to show their embarrassment.

"If that's the case, do you still remember yesterday's news?" Robert asked quickly, "It was about the art museum..."

"Ah, did someone lose that news?" The proprietress suddenly realized, and then asked curiously, "Are you reporters?"

The little wizards had questions.

Remember, reporter?

The boss wandered in from outside the house and said angrily, "They are still children in school. How could they be those professional reporters."

The little wizards breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought again, wouldn't it be better if they thought of themselves as reporters?

A small place like this must really want to be publicized, right? Then maybe you will be more enthusiastic when meeting reporters!

Before the little wizards could think about the pros and cons, the landlady began to complain to the boss, "Wouldn't it be better if it was a reporter? Then more people would come to play, and the children would slowly come back to Naruto. It’s getting lively.”

"I don't need them to come back!" The boss yelled, holding his neck, "If you don't want to come back, forget it! If they don't come back, will we still starve to death?"

The landlady looked helplessly at her husband, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

"I, I'm going to bed! You stupid bitch, remember to come up early and go to bed!" The boss cursed and went upstairs.

The landlady deliberately said behind him, "Hey - come up after I finish seeing off the guests -"

Then Robert and the others saw the boss who had already gone upstairs run downstairs again, shouting dissatisfied, "Idiot, what if you are cheated! I, I have to watch you to prevent you from being cheated again." Cheated!"

"She's a tsundere." Murakami was stunned.

Yuko also said in a daze, "The living tsundere is here."

"Although something feels wrong, there is really a tsundere here..." Murakami shuddered and woke up, a little doubtful about life, "But why is it an old man!"

The boss looked at him dissatisfied, "Arrogant and arrogant, what on earth are you talking about! Finish your fries quickly, and you can go back! Shouldn't students of this age leave their time to those who need it? people?"

Robert and Murakami suddenly felt as if they were standing tall.

This is the first time they have seen someone say "I'm going to start spreading shit, you guys have to figure it out" so confidently!

The landlady looked at the boss with a smile. The two looked at each other, and the sweet smell of sweet potatoes began to float in the air around them.

Robert burped a little, and his stomach, which was still a little empty just now, was immediately full.

Really, why are there so many people in this world who like to spread dog food?

Don't they know how to exercise restraint?

At this moment, Robert felt a small hand placed on his hand that was resting on the tatami.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the little witch's face turned slightly red and her eyes wandering.

To hell with all the restraint!

"Why are you still here?" The boss's angry voice sounded, and the little wizards woke up uncontrollably. They all retracted their hands with a guilty conscience and stared at the two old hands held together.

The boss followed their gaze and felt a little embarrassed. He forced himself to explain, "What are you looking at? She said she burned her hand while frying tempura for you just now. Really, if you don't know how to fry it, just call me honestly." Well, look, are you burning your hands?"

With that said, he put down the landlady's hand as if nothing had happened, coughed dryly, and continued to chase people away, "Why are you still here, you guys!"

Little wizards, look at me and I look at you before explaining honestly, "Because we heard that someone was missing in the art museum, so we wanted to know when it happened."

"You know what that means?" The boss looked at them suspiciously, "Are you really reporters?"

The little wizards looked at him with innocent expressions, as if to say, do you think we look alike?

The boss looked away and said, "Forget it, since you want to know, there's nothing that can't be said. I guess it was seven o'clock last night?"

"It's six forty." The landlady reminded, "Have you forgotten? I happened to be getting some wine for cooking at that time."

"Ah, it seems so!" The boss suddenly realized, and then complained again, "I told you, don't run out at night, can't you buy it earlier?"

The landlady said with a smile, "It's not too late, it's not dark yet. Besides, don't you need it..."

For a while, the little wizards couldn't stand it anymore, and after asking some questions about the art museum, they said goodbye and left.

"Oh my god..." Murakami wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead and said with lingering fear, "So it turns out that old people can also spread dog food?"

Miss Yuko smiled but said nothing.

Robert said quickly, "Okay, now we know the time, six forty, ah, it seems to be almost there!"

"Then let's go quickly!" Hermione said eagerly, "Let's go to the beach and have a look!"

Murakami was obviously reluctant, "Hey, why are you going to the beach again..."

Hermione explained to him seriously, "Robert's divination has never been wrong in the first five times every day, so we have to take a look no matter what! There must be some clues there!"

Murakami muttered dissatisfiedly, "Maybe something went wrong this time..."

Yuko said, "Since you all think there is a problem there, let's take a look. Speaking of which, I seem to remember... there is a boat that can go to Awaji Island at 6:40..."

Yuko remembered correctly, there was indeed a ship, it was a cruise ship, and when it passed by the whirlpool, there was no feeling of any bumps at all.

Murakami suddenly became energetic. There was no desperate charge from the captain and no screams from the tourists!

He loves this neon pill so much!