"Here you go, sit here!"

Bu Fan smiled and stretched out his hand. The old beggar was not polite and sat down at the stone table.

Xiaoman quickly brought the teapot from the kitchen.

"Mr. Hong, are you thirsty? Let me pour you a cup of tea!"

Xiaoman still respected the old beggar from the bottom of his heart.

After all, the old beggar once taught her how to practice. In her opinion, the old beggar was half of her master.

not to mention.

The identity of the old beggar is not simple.

Although the old beggar never mentioned his level of cultivation, in Xiao Man's eyes, the old beggar was undoubtedly a senior expert who traveled around the world.

The cultivation level is at least the realm of refining the void.

Maybe higher.

How can you not hug such golden thighs?

Listening to Xiao Man's inner speculation, Bu Fan almost laughed out loud.

Refining period?

He felt that this girl's guess was not bold enough.

"Dad, your tea!"

Xiao Man naturally did not forget to pour him tea, but in comparison, his actions and attitude were a bit casual.

However, Bu Fan didn't care.

It's a good thing that this girl didn't slander him in her heart.

But before Bu Fan could be happy for long, Xiao Man's murmur suddenly sounded in his mind.

I don’t know what kind of shitty luck this salted fish dad had, to be able to make friends with big shots in the world of immortality.

and.

There's more than one.

Like Mrs. Wu from Bufan Academy, Mr. Tian who looks like a child, and Mr. Hong beside her.

These people look ordinary, but each one of them is an unfathomable senior master.

Xiaoman glanced at Bufan with a complicated expression and sighed in his heart.

She didn't understand why before.

later.

She understood.

The reason why big names like Mr. Hong often come to visit her is because of her salted fish father's craftsmanship.

Like playing chess, making tea, and painting, her salty fish dad knows a little bit of everything.

and.

Xianyu’s biological father is also very eloquent...

Every time I say it, these big shots get excited.

Not only that.

Xianyu's own father would sometimes paint and write inscriptions for these important figures.

Whether it's painting.

Or the words in the painting.

They all have an appetite for those big shots.

But Xianyu’s biological father had no idea about this.

Perhaps this is just unintentional planting of willows and willows.

after all.

If you deliberately try to please someone, it may backfire and arouse the resentment of those seniors.

On the contrary, like Xianyu's biological father, unintentional friendship can show more sincerity.

so.

She has always stayed out of it.

Watching Xianyu's father chatting with the seniors.

…

Listening to Xiao Man's self-righteous thoughts, Bu Fan got goosebumps all over his body.

"The weather is nice today, Mr. Hong, why don't we go for a walk outside!"

Bu Fan coughed dryly, hugged Xiao Fubao, and looked at Xiao Man, "Xiao Man, go inside and take out the stroller."

"Dad, do you want to take Xiao Fu Bao out with you?" Xiao Man frowned.

"What's wrong? Take little Fubao out, meet more people, and take a look at the town."

Bu Fan looked at the little Fubao in his arms and smiled dotingly, "Isn't that right, little Fubao?"

Xiao Fubao did not answer.

Instead, he opened his big watery eyes and watched quietly.

"Okay, but don't take too long!"

Xiaoman thought about it, agreed, and went to the house to get the stroller.

This stroller was made by her biological father.

Don't say it yet.

This stroller is well-made, it can block the sun, prevent dust, and can also be used as a rocking bed.

If her salty fish biological father could use this energy in cultivation, I am afraid that he would have established his foundation long ago.

It's a pity that it's too unprofessional.

I'm good at everything, but I'm not very good at anything.

…

The town in the morning is leisurely and busy.

Some people feed chickens and drive ducks, some go to their own vegetable fields to pick vegetables, weed and water, and some old people rest and chat comfortably under the big locust tree.

Along the way.

Bu Fan pushed the stroller and walked slowly on the clean path with the old beggar.

The two did not talk, but walked quietly.

Clear skies, clean clear air.

The gentle breeze blew through the rice fields, causing golden ripples, and the warm sunlight fell on the dew-covered leaves, sparkling and crystal clear.

Although the eyes of the little Fu Bao in the stroller are still colorless, the colorful scenery of the town is reflected in the black pupils, making the dull eyes a little more bright and moving.

People working in the rice fields noticed Bu Fan and smiled and waved hello.

Bu Fan also smiled and nodded in response.

"The mayor is still so popular!" the old beggar said with emotion.

"Thank you, I just did what I should do." Bu Fan shook his head.

The old beggar smiled.

He naturally knew that the residents of the town loved and respected the gentleman in front of him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Sir, did I encounter something strange when I came back this time?"

Suddenly, the old beggar thought of something and said aloud.

"Oh, something strange happened?"

Bu Fan was a little curious. After all, he had never gone out to the village to take a look. He didn't know what the outside world was like.

But this thought was immediately suppressed by him.

Thought.

Outside there are either mountains or water, nothing interesting to see.

"It's like this. On the way back, we passed through some waters. In these waters, many sea creatures showed signs of transforming into dragons. This is the first time I have seen such signs!"

The old beggar said in a deep voice.
To be continued...