Pokémon: The Strongest Xiaomao

In the evening, the rain and snow gradually stopped...

In the courtyard of the villa, Mr. Mao, who had led three students to build a snow shelter, broke through the defense.

"I've been riding for an hour, and you told me that I can't stand anymore?" Mr. Mao looked at the cute students, rolled his eyes, and said, "I'm not going to take the ride anymore!"

"I'm going to marinate the meat. The three of you will sweep the yard, and then use the bamboo skewers drawn by Ma Xuan to string them on skewers." After telling Youshu and the other three, Mr. Mao turned back to the kitchen to get busy.

Kimimaro and Mitsuru obediently picked up brooms and shovels and began to sweep away the snow.

Youshu looked at the snow and said, "By the way, can we build a snowman?"

The other two little ones stopped and nodded together: good idea.

"Come on, come on, I'm an expert at building snowmen!" Youshu directed the two of them to help: "Watch me build a giant swamp monster."

The hibernating bog monster lying at the door was startled: Huh?

Five minutes later, Yushu frowned as he looked at the different faces of the people in front of him: "It doesn't matter, let me make a swamp king~"

Ten minutes later, looking at the fattened Numa King in front of him, Kimimaro turned around decisively and continued to clear the snow.

Youshu continued to salute: "It's a small problem, let me make a Boscodora!"

Half an hour later, Manmitsu looked at Youshu: "What should we do now?"

The corner of Yushu's mouth twitched: "What should I do? Didn't I say I would make a pile of Kirby beasts..."

Fully charged: ∑(?△｀)? ! Are you serious bro?

When Mr. Mao came out with all kinds of ingredients, he saw a snowman in the yard, big on top and small on bottom, like a catfish turned spirit...

"What are you piling up, affecting the appearance of the city..." Mr. Mao curled his lips dissatisfied: "Lizard King, Flame Chicken, show it~"

"Ghana!"

"End of summer!"

The Lizard King and the Flame Chicken walked toward the giant snowman.

bass! Emerald green sword light flashed, and a vague human figure gradually appeared.

Afterwards, the flame chicken sprayed two flames directly, and a handsome man carrying Ibrahimovic on his shoulders appeared lifelike in front of everyone.

As soon as Jirachi clapped his hands, the scarf in Mr. Mao's wardrobe automatically appeared on the snowman's body.

Geng Gui thoughtfully grabbed the charcoal and gently painted his eyebrows and temples. The face of Mr. Mao with sword eyebrows and starry eyes immediately appeared on the snowman's face.

Finally, Ma Xuan pulled a blow of freezing wind to set the shape.

In the center of the courtyard, an "ice sculpture" of Mr. Mao was successfully placed on the ground.

"Wow! Teacher is invincible!" Yushu couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear in surprise.

"With this technique, it turns out that the teacher is the ceiling for coordination trainers." Kimimaro nodded.

"Well, no one will steal the ice sculpture in the middle of the night." He looked at the exquisite ice sculpture with worry.

"Don't worry, the night demons are wandering around with lamps at night. Not to mention people, ghosts don't dare to steal things from me." Mr. Mao curled his lips.

"That's right." The three little ones nodded.

"Okay, the guests should be arriving soon, so take out the charcoal for the oven and the heating stove.

There is also the home theater and karaoke I have prepared, connect them to electricity and move them out. "Master Mao commanded.

"Okay~ Teacher, don't worry." Youshu rushed into the house first, followed by Manchong and others.

Mr. Mao put out the charcoal in the oven and snapped his fingers: "Flame Chicken, make a fire."

"End of summer~" The Flame Chicken flicked his wrist, and a ball of flame penetrated into the bottom of the oven. Gengar puffed up his cheeks and blew, and the flame immediately rose.

By the time Xiaomao put the prepared meat skewers on the oven, the first wave of customers also arrived.

Mikri and Naqi dropped from the sky with their handbags, landed at the door, and walked in carefully.

"Tsk, tsk, this is Mr. Mao's mansion, it's not as spacious as Dawu~" Mi Keli joked with a smile.

"Hmph, do you go to Dawu's mansion often?" Naqi raised an eyebrow.

Mi Keli shut up immediately... Be good, forget that this aunt is here.

"Merry Christmas." Mr. Mao nodded and greeted the two of them: "Go to the living room to warm up first. The fireplace here will be decorated soon."

"Merry Christmas!" Mi Keli glanced at the skewers, nodded eagerly, and raised the ingredients in his hands as if to offer treasures: "Here, the ingredients for Naqi and I are chicken wings and ostrich wings!"

Mr. Mao was very happy to hear this: "Okay, put it in the kitchen first, apply the braised sauce on it, bake it in a while, and it will be fragrant for you~"

"I'll go take care of it. Mi Keli, you can chat with Mr. Mao here." Naqi took the initiative to take the ingredients and walked into the room.

Mi Keli raised his eyebrows proudly: "My wife is pretty good, virtuous!"

Mr. Mao smiled half-heartedly: "How did I hear that when Naqi roars, your Mi Keli will tremble three times~"

Mi Keli's expression froze: "The scandal...it's definitely a scandal~"

Before Mikri could finish his explanation, the three little ones walked out carrying the stove for heating.

"Master Mikri!" Kimimaro said in surprise.

Mi Keli smiled: "In private situations, just call me Mi Keli."

"Yes, Master Mikri!" Kimimaro nodded.

"Uh... forget it, it's up to you." Mikri nodded helplessly.

"Mr. Mao, here I come!" Just as he was saying this, a "beauty" with long pink hair and a nurse's hat screamed at the door and was about to pounce towards him.

"I'll go!" Mr. Mao turned his back, grabbed one of the opponent's hands, and threw it over his shoulder!

"Ah! My eggs!" Ah Tao slid into the snow in the yard.

Everyone was stunned, what kind of talk are these!

Fortunately, A Tao picked it out from the snowdrift and carefully took out the "egg" in his arms!

It turns out it’s really an egg…

"Fortunately, it's not broken." A Tao breathed a sigh of relief and raised the egg in his hand sadly: "Mr. Mao, can I use lucky eggs as the ingredients?"

Xiao Mao nodded: "Yes, yes, but if you attack me again, I will hang you on a tree."

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you." A Tao felt aggrieved and was about to cry.

"Youshu, beat him..." Mr. Mao twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Okay~" Yushu immediately moved forward eagerly.

"Hey...don't, don't, don't...just a little joke~" A Tao said while giving Yushu a wink.

Youshu trembled all over, and while touching his belt, he muttered: "Where is I, the Lizard King? I will chop him to death..."

Fortunately, Manchi finally caught Youshu, and A Tao escaped.

As the fire gradually heated up, the temperature outside became less cold.

Mr. Mao stared at the oven. Half of it was barbecued meat skewers and the other half was seafood on the sizzling plate.

There are also tinfoil boxes of brains, enoki mushrooms, leeks, garlic eggplants, etc...

The alluring fragrance spreads far and wide~

The three little ones ran back and forth to help entertain the guests, and Naqi and Atao also helped with the ingredients.

Mikri originally wanted to help, but Naqi sternly refused. The reason was: Look at your hands, they are white, smooth and slender. They are better maintained than my face. They are not suitable for cooking...

Mikri had no choice but to sit aside, pick up a ukulele, and play and sing a few cheerful songs for everyone.

Hmm... Sure enough, this is more in line with Mikri's character.

After the atmosphere became warmer, Du Juan and Hibiscus also came hand in hand.

The two brought corn and holiday cake.

After counting the guests, Mr. Mao put his hands on his hips and said, "Strange... Dawu is the closest to here, why haven't he arrived yet..."

It wasn't until the two trucks came to the door that everyone saw Dawu, who was belatedly arriving.

"Come on, put it all in the yard if you're in trouble." Dawu directed the operator's force and walked into the yard carrying seven or eight Christmas trees and a bunch of fireworks.

"I thought I still needed to make the festival more ceremonial, so I brought some props from the company." Dawu said with an understatement.

Mr. Mao: (??w??)?goodjob.Dawu-san!