The next moment, a steamed bun was stuffed into her mouth, and a smile flashed in the helpless young man's eyes: "Eat more steamed buns and talk less."
The rhubarb on the ground watched the two of them eating happily, with a hint of desire in their round eyes.
"Humph!" The girl took a fierce bite of the steamed bun and was quiet for a while.
Jiang Liuer raised his head and looked at the sky, tapping his legs at the same time, with a sad look on his face.
"Oh, I think that for someone as old as me, I should have enjoyed peace and happiness a long time ago. After suffering such a big crime, I walked all night on the mountain road for someone. Her legs and feet hurt. She still doesn't know how to respect the elderly and love the young.
…”
The girl looked at him angrily at first, but after a few seconds her face changed. She was smiling and her almond-shaped eyes were round: "I'll pinch your legs!"
As she spoke, she diligently knocked left and right, looking particularly well-behaved.
"That's pretty much it."
The young man looked at the top of her black hair and took a satisfied sip of the tea in his hand.
After a few minutes, the girl's hands became weak.
Jiang Liu'er couldn't help complaining: "Miss Zhao, you said you were in a good mood this morning, so you cooked three more bowls of rice and ate so much. You shouldn't have so little energy, right? Are you tickling mosquitoes?"
"
"Hit the arm as well, as well as the shoulder."
"Jiang Liu'er! You walk with your legs and feet, not your two stinky claws!" Zhao Yiru sat up and yelled fiercely.
But soon, she suppressed it again: "When senior brother comes back! I must tell him that you bullied me again!"
Jiang Liuer nodded noncommittally, raised his hand, and like a magic trick, a small white jade bottle with a string hung down from his palm.
When Zhao Yiru saw the bottle, her face turned pale. She bit her lip and reached out to grab it.
Jiang Liuer threw the bottle to her.
"Okay, let's go ahead.——"
"Let's just say, I bullied you and took you to Qingcheng Mountain to hunt wild boars to eat; I bullied you and even ordered Dreaming Incense to create a magic array; I bullied you and even helped you find fault with your senior brother's wife..."
"That woman is not my senior brother's wife! It's all fake! It's all fake! They can't! Be together!"
Jiang Liu'er sneered mercilessly: "In your eyes, he is like a flower in the mirror. All women in the world are naturally not worthy of him."
Zhao Yiru looked at him coldly with almond-shaped eyes: "This is the fact. Is it wrong?"
Jiang Liu'er stood up and looked at her with a cold face: "I don't dare to speak against your senior brother. I'm only a little old at that. How can I be qualified to talk about your precious senior brother behind your back?"
Zhao Yiru scratched his neck and said, "As long as you are self-aware!"
Jiang Liu'er sneered and said, "I don't bother Miss Zhao whether I have self-awareness, but do you have self-awareness? You are so high-sounding, why don't you ask yourself, what qualifications do you have to hold him back?"
"Don't you feel nervous looking at this melon that can't even be twisted day and night?"
Zhao Yiru threw the bun in his hand at Jiang Liuer's face, but he dodged it.
"I don't care whether it's Wang Po's melons or Lu Xun's melons. I will have to look after my senior brother for the rest of my life!"
Jiang Liu'er looked at her dead look and became angry: "Zhao Yiru, it's not that I, Jiang Liu'er, look down on you. But you really need to take a good look at yourself now!"
"Ten years have passed with the flick of a finger, and a moment has turned into a dream! Who took it seriously?"
"I see that neither of them is the stuff in this pot, and neither of them takes this bullshit seriously! But you, a stupid girl, have to admit death! You insist on believing it, and you bite an innocent mortal.
Don’t let go!”
"Like a mad dog."
"That woman is just a mortal. She knows nothing, but you want to use my hands to kill her. Do you dare to let your senior brother know about this?"
Zhao Yiru looked at him blankly: "You scolded me?"
Jiang Liuer looked at her and shook his head: "If I scold Zhao Yiru, does it have anything to do with you, Miss Zhao?"
"I don't want to quarrel with you, Jiang Liu'er. You don't understand anything."
Zhao Yiru ran away in a hurry.
Jiang Liu'er threw the steamed buns on the ground to the rhubarb dripping on the side, and sighed: "I really don't know who doesn't understand anything."
"Dahuang, do you know how this piece of steamed bun tastes in your mouth? I won't let you eat it, and you won't eat it even if you have diarrhea. You are much more obedient than her. My uncle once said that you are the most beautiful person in our village.
Humane."
Dahuang raised his head, rolled his round eyes, stretched his neck and swallowed the bun in one gulp.
"Understanding human nature may not necessarily understand people's hearts. You will never understand people's hearts."
The door creaked open, Jiang Liuer's eyes lit up, he turned to look, and then turned his head in disappointment.
"..."
Zhang Wei was holding a large purple clay pot with a speechless expression on his face: "I heard you calling me from far away! I also said that you were thinking about my old bones, and I was very happy. It turns out that I am being sentimental again, and this is...
Are you having a tantrum with Yiru?"
Waves of mouth-watering aroma floated out from the purple clay pot, causing Jiang Liuer to frequently look into the pot.
Jiang Liuer pretended not to hear it at all, and asked him a soul question: "Uncle, can you make chicken stewed with mushrooms?"
"I know how to use a hammer."
Jiang Liuer hesitated in holding the chopsticks and bowl. He picked up the rhubarb on the ground and blocked the purple clay pot: "Then this is?"
Jiang Liu'er was afraid that he couldn't hold back, so he showed off the pot, and then turned into a flying monkey.
Zhang Wei put down the purple clay pot and scratched his head: "It's a long story..."
He quickly picked up the chopsticks and bowl and filled a bowl full of chicken.
"Then let's make a long story short!" Jiang Liu'er smelled the aroma and his stomach growled. He had been chewing dry steamed buns for more than a month, and he was almost starving to the point of turning into rhubarb.
"Put the rhubarb down first. I am five hundred years old and almost an adult, and you are still holding it in your arms! Is this ridiculous?" Zhang Weiyi said sternly, and then his mouth was full of oil.
Jiang Liuer almost smashed the turtle shell of rhubarb on his uncle's bald gourd: "Put the bowl down first, and then show off after you finish!"
"...Hiccup, this matter has to be said back to that girl. Although she is a person who learns things, picks up sesame seeds and throws watermelons, she forgets everything she learns, but she is very clever."
"Be simple, be simple in the way you speak. If you want to say she is stupid, just say so, okay?"
Zhang Wei scratched his shaved head and said, "Young girl, you have to pay attention to save face." After saying that, he blew on the hot mushroom soup in the bowl and drank it cleanly.
Jiang Liuer ran to get the bowl and chopsticks again, and when he came back, he found that half of the pot full of chicken stewed with mushrooms had been eaten away. He regretted it.
"Stop showing off! Leave some for me! This mushroom is a good thing!"
Zhang Wei chuckled: "It's hard for you, a notorious rotten wood brain, to recognize good things at a glance!"
"Tch, isn't it the Hai Qiongzi that grows every three hundred years? It's extremely rare and hard to come by. Don't look at me. That's what the textbook says. I've only seen it in books and I've never eaten it.
Passed!
Don’t tell me, Zhao Yiru got this thing? I would rather believe that rhubarb can climb trees.”
Zhang Wei looked at the little yellow turtle with rattles on the ground and shook his head: "That girl secretly took this away from his senior brother's house, and then he found me."
Jiang Liu'er swallowed the tender and juicy Q-bomb mushroom and curled his lips: "I can't even think of good things. I'm so sad."
"Tsk, looking for you? Do you know what this thing is used for?"
"Harmful! What else can it be used for—"
So Zhang Wei and Dahuang on the ground looked at him with their eyes.
Jiang Liuer raised his eyebrows: "I really don't know."
Zhang Wei and Dahuang shook their heads at the same time.
"Three hundred years ago, the mushrooms cultivated by an immortal were of course used for refining elixirs. As for the elixirs to be refined, you can refer to her senior brother's inventory. He should be very knowledgeable."
Jiang Liuer choked, the fragrant mushrooms were stuck in his throat, and the delicious juice flowed down. He said vaguely: "Is it too late for me to spit it out now?"
Zhang Wei smashed his mouth and said, "Look at your ignorant look. Although this mushroom is hallucinogenic and mortals will die if they eat too much, you are not a mortal body. At most, you will have indigestion and you will be here for eight or nine days.
…”
Jiang Liu'er calculated in his mind, swallowed it decisively, and then poured another bowl: "Then eat more, anyway, you will just jump."
Zhang Wei glanced at him speechlessly: "The smell of Mengxiang on your body is too strong. Wash it off with Broken Dream Pill mixed with pepper water as soon as possible. Otherwise, if her senior brother finds out, you will be the one to take advantage of it."
Jiang Liu'er hissed and muttered a few words in aggrieved tone, "Just like that girl! Women are not allowed to stay in college."
Then he looked at the empty purple clay pot with unsatisfied content, licked the bowl clean by the way, and asked very curiously: "So the mortals scurry to death after eating too much?"
Zhang Wei sneered when he heard this.
"Do you think he is willing to give it up?"
"Mortals who consume too much Hai Qiongzi will die in a sweet dream."
