Chapter 113: The Little Buns That Are Learned and Selling Now
Lian Qin looked at Feng Linge, who looked a little sad, and couldn't understand. Since he likes it, just go for it. Why does he look helpless and powerless? Before she could ask more questions, she saw Zhuo Ye and Qiao.
Ling came over with "Little Baozi" and Lian Zheng in his arms, and the two stopped talking.
Zhuo Ye sat opposite Lian Qin, took out his handkerchief, wiped the sweaty little faces of "Little Baozi" and Lian Zheng, and then said with a smile: "Both little naughties, are you tired? Let's take a rest.
Let’s play.”
Feng Linge reached out and handed Zhuo Ye a peeled tangerine: "Eat some fruit to quench your thirst."
"Thank you." Zhuo Ye thanked him with a smile, took it naturally, tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
Lian Qin looked at Feng Linge's gentle eyes and considerate actions, and couldn't help but smile ambiguously, and almost whistled...
"Little Baozi" climbed up on the cloth mat, picked up a piece of pastry, and said to Lian Zheng, "Do you know what this is?"
"It's 'Four Happiness Cake'." Lian Zheng answered obediently.
"Then do you know what the 'Four Happiness Cake' is made of?" "Little Baozi" asked again.
"This..." This stumped Lian Zheng. He frowned slightly and thought for a moment before replying: "Zheng'er doesn't know."
"Stupid!" "Little Baozi" had an unteachable expression on his face, pretending to shake his head and said: "Let me tell you! Pastries are made from wheat ground into powder!"
"Oh." Lian Zheng nodded seriously after hearing this.
Then "Little Baozi" pointed to a wheat field not far away and continued: "Look! When the wheat matures, it will produce golden ears of wheat, and you can make many, many pastries!"
Zhuo Ye and Feng Linge both laughed. This little guy is really good at learning and selling...
"Brother Xuan'er, you know so much! There is no mention in the book that wheat can be used to make cakes." Lian Zheng admired and admired.
"That's natural! I know a lot of things that are not written in the book!" "Little Baozi" raised his neck proudly: "From now on, follow your brother and learn more, it will be good for you!" said
Then he put the "Four Happiness Cake" in his hand into Lian Zheng's little hand and said boldly: "Take it and eat it!"
"hehe……"
"Ha ha……"
This little guy is really a pistachio. Several people present were once again made to laugh by him...
While they were talking and laughing, they saw Lian Xiao coming back carrying a few wet fish that were still wagging their tails. With a wave of his red sleeves, the fish in his hand flew towards Lian Qin...
Lian Qin flew up and caught the fish that were thrown at her in mid-air, saving Feng Linge, Zhuo Ye and others from being exposed to the fishy water drops, but her own clothes were damaged...
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"I'm talking about you bastard! Give me a P! It's so fishy to get all over my aunt!" Lian Qin opened his mouth and cursed.
Lian Xiao lazily said: "I remember that we have always had a clear division of labor. I catch the fish, and the job of cleaning up the fish is naturally yours."
"Hey! I said you are still reasonable..."
"Oh, okay, I'll go with you to clean up this fish." Seeing that Lian Qin was trying to scold her, Zhuo Ye hurriedly gave her a hand and said.
"Wait a minute, take care of these wild animals too." As soon as Zhuo Ye finished speaking, someone else suddenly answered.
Zhuo Ye followed the message, but it was Feng Linrui, Feng Lince and others who came back...
This mountain forest is not too big, and it is not far from the farm. There are no big beasts in the mountains. What they hunted were only a few hares, pheasants and other weak animals, but they were enough for these people to eat.
Zhuo Ye smiled and reached out to catch the prey in their hands. Qiao Ling and Lian Qin also hurriedly reached out to help. The three girls borrowed the guards' swords to use as killing tools and walked towards the stream.
Lian Xiao looked at their backs, his eyes flickered for a moment, then he tiptoed, and with a graceful sway, he came to the stream, jumped up to a big tree lightly, rested his hands on his head, and lay down lazily.
On the tree trunk...
Feng Lince looked at the demonic red color on the big tree by the stream and frowned slightly. Feng Linge also looked in the direction of the stream with a sad look on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking. Feng Linrui looked at this, then at that.