Called Donkey likes this apprentice more and more. He felt that the child was honest in his work and never acted treacherously. Sometimes he was too busy to do it, so he asked his apprentice to help him on the stove and slowly taught his apprentice how to braised meat. The seasonings should be symmetrical. Braised soup is the key. Old soup is the best. A pot of braised soup is used for several years. Sometimes when the master is tired, the apprentice can also help stir-fry a few side dishes. What reassures the master is that Cui Xiuzhang never takes advantage of him. The apprentice never takes more copper coins when paying the bills and collects money. Sometimes when the master returns to Nianjiazhuang, the donkey tavern opens. Gradually, the master feels relieved, and sometimes he stays at home overnight when he goes home.

It was a summer. Nian Cuiying returned to the tavern after school. When she saw her father not here, she seemed casual when she knew that her father was coming home. After a while, Brother Cui brought her a bowl of braised noodles with a few pieces of donkey meat. Nian Cuiying loved to eat meat since she was a child. She had a rosy face, round buttocks, and was so delicate that everyone loved. However, Cui Xiuzhang never had any inappropriate thoughts about this master's lady. He felt that people should be content. The master was good to him. Without a master, he didn't know whether it was dead or alive. It was estimated that Nian Cuiying had finished eating. Cui Xiuzhang went into the house and took out the bowls and chopsticks of the Nian family's eldest daughter's bowls and washed them. Then he brought them into a copper basin to Miss Nian to wash his face. After Nian Cuiying washed her face, she lit a candle, read a book for a while, took off her clothes and went to bed.

A melodious Qin-style tone came from the theater. Cui Xiuzhang closed the door from the inside and came out of the alley next to him. He locked the side door and saw that Nian Cuiying's room was dark. He knew that Miss Nian had already fallen asleep, so he didn't say hello and went straight to the stage to watch the show.

That night was the protagonist of Peony Red. This play was the "Han Kiln". Wang Baochuan's Ai's singing style was heart-warming and made people feel deeply sympathetic to Wang Baochuan. After watching the play, the moon sets westward, Cui Xiuzhang returned to the tavern in the moonlight, opened the lock on the side door, and entered the yard. Perhaps Nian Cuiying got up and untied it. The urine idea in the copper urinary pot was whirling, making people have some guesses for no reason.

Cui Xiuzhang looked up at the sky and saw under the osmanthus tree in the moon shadow. Wu Gang was talking to Chang'e. Nian Cuiying's beautiful figure was swaying on the window frame... It is said that some of human behaviors are not bound by reason, which is completely a telepathy that transcends everything. Cui Xiuzhang, who was fifteen years old, had almost nothing to think about. The gods in the dark dominated his actions. He felt a hand pushing him behind him, and he unconsciously bumped open Miss Nian's door.

Nian Cuiying sat up in horror. She saw through the moonlight. Cui Xiuzhang's face was a little deformed due to excitement. The fourteen-year-old girl fell in love with her first love. Nian Cuiying knew what Brother Cui wanted to do. She didn't have time to think in her heart. She didn't even say a word, without lingering love words, and without swearing confession. Cui Xiuzhang's clothes naturally slipped off, revealing her plump shoulder blades. He stretched out his arms to tighten Nian Cuiying, without giving Nian Cuiying a chance to breathe. She turned over and rode on Nian Cuiying, then took out the guy and poked Nian Cuiying hard. All the movements were straightforward, just like a veteran in the love field.

Nian Cuiying's body was on fire, and the fire core licked her flesh. She didn't have time to resist, and her whole body was peeled and boned, and her whole body became soft, like a pile of boneless flesh. The burning pain passed, and a clear wind blew into the blooming chest. It was a baptism of blood and fire. The spirit and flesh transformed in the burning. She trembled unconsciously, from astringent to maturity.

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