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Zhuqing touched the little hair on her head from a distance, and replied with a smile: "No, it's time for dinner!"

Wanwan immediately touched her belly in disappointment, licked the corners of her mouth, sighed lightly, and said, "Okay."

She jumped down from the stool with a little regret, stuffed the snacks into her pocket, took the initiative to walk to the cupboard, looked up at Huang Xikong: "Uncle Huang, can you help me get the bowls and chopsticks, so that we can get there early?" It’s time to eat.”

Huang Xikong raised his eyebrows slightly, took down the bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard, and put them into her chubby hands: "It's ready. If the bowl is smashed, you won't have anything to eat at noon today."

Wanwan hugged the bowl and chopsticks, rubbed the tip of her nose, and said arrogantly: "How is that possible! I won't throw it."

She is not the kind of reckless child, and she usually walks very steadily.

Wanwan ran quickly to the front yard holding the bowl and chopsticks. Xia Zhihuai squatted in front of the stove, his face was red from the fire in the stove, his forehead and neck were covered with sweat, and he took down the cattail leaf fan from the hook on the side. , humming and fanning the wind, looking at Zhu Qing and Huang Xikong who couldn't feel the heat at all, and suddenly sighed: "I envy your physiques that are not hot in summer."

Huang Xikong was still holding up the mobile phone that was live broadcasting. Hearing this, he looked at him deeply and said with a smile: "I would rather trade with you. Why don't you ask Wanwan or Hu Ruitian to see if they can satisfy you?" Your wish."

Xia Zhihuai's mouth twitched, and he immediately shook his head and said: "Then forget it."

He just said that being a human being is much more interesting than being a ghost.

Huang Xikong smiled meaningfully, and finally reminded him kindly: "Instead of envying us for not being afraid of the heat, you might as well ask Wanwan how she escapes the heat."

The little dumpling runs from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, and rushes from home to the orchard. He is full of energy every day and exercises much more than the lazy adult Xia Zhihuai. However, the little guy's clothes do not smell much of sweat every day. Although her whole little face was always flushed, there were not many beads of sweat, which proved that she had her own little tricks to escape the heat.

After being reminded like this by Huang Xikong, Xia Zhihuai thought about it and realized that Wanwan seemed to rarely sweat.

"Is it better for children to sweat more?" Xia Zhihuai asked uncertainly.

Huang Xikong shook his head: "I'm not sure about this, but Wanwan itself doesn't apply to ordinary standards."

Xia Zhihuai glanced at the cauldron where the aroma was already wafting, stood up, shook his fan, and said reluctantly: "I'll go ask her. Call me when the crayfish is ready. I must show off a pot today!"

Zhuqing saw that he didn't even take the mobile phone used for live broadcast, but ran directly to the front yard, and said helplessly: "The anchors have run away, why don't the live broadcast just be turned off?"

Huang Xikong hesitated for a few seconds: "How about filming the whole process of making crayfish? He seems to be raising an account to accumulate fans, so shutting down the live broadcast suddenly will probably affect his plan."

Zhuqing looked at him and said, "I can film it, but I can't broadcast it. I'm nervous and don't dare to speak."

Although she was also a food blogger during her lifetime, she basically filmed first, then dubbed and edited later.

Even if you occasionally broadcast live, you will basically prepare in advance. At least make an outline, so that you will not suddenly have nothing to say in the middle of the broadcast.

Huang Xikong saw her resistance to this kind of temporary live broadcast, waved his hand, waved his sleeves and waved a stream of yin energy around the phone, making it float in mid-air and automatically follow Zhu Qing's movements.

"No need to say anything, just broadcast it like this."

He leaned against the door, thinking nonchalantly that this would count as their efforts.

Anyway, this is Xia Zhihuai's business. He is unreliable and ran away in the middle of the broadcast. What does it have to do with these two ghosts? !
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Xia Zhihuai blocked Wanwan in the front yard. He first reached out to catch the little kid, inserted his hand into her clothes behind her collar, and then withdrew his hand and muttered: "You're really not sweating!"

Wanwan's body felt warm and comfortable, and she was rubbed by his big warm hand, and she immediately struggled on his leg dissatisfied: "Brother, what are you doing? Just put your hand into a girl's clothes, it's very rude, okay?" Xia Zhihuai calmly adjusted her collar, flicked her round forehead, and hummed softly: "Are you being polite to me? If you can, don't kick my face when I sleep at night!"

Wanwan shrank her neck guiltily, lay on his lap and remained silent for two seconds, then suddenly turned her head and said in confusion: "Why did you put your hand into my collar? I haven't bullied you recently."

Xia Zhihuai put her on the ground, continued to shake the cattail leaf fan, and asked: "Why are you so cool every day? Is there something wrong with your body? Or did you use some method to cool down?"

When Wanwan heard this, her big grape-like eyes immediately narrowed, and she said sternly: "My body is stronger than that of an ox. Of course there is nothing wrong with me, but of course I have a way to cool down. I just don't want to tell you..."

Xia Zhihuai stared at her, slowly narrowing his eyes, and the expression on his face gradually became dangerous: "..."

"Threaten me?" He shook the fan a little slower, raised his chin arrogantly, looked at the three-headed fat carrot in front of him, and said in a strange tone, "Tao Wanwan, do you know what you can do at home?" Who is the oldest in line?"

Wanwan sensed something was wrong in his tone and immediately turned her head, ready to run away.

Xia Zhihuai, who was struck very quickly, grabbed her clothes and dragged her directly back into her arms. He used his hands to skillfully find and attack her body.

Wanwan was scratched until she was like a little goldfish that had lost its soul. She laughed so much that her stomach hurt. She couldn't bear it anymore. Her big eyes were filled with moisture. She grabbed his wrist flatteringly and begged for mercy: "I was wrong. Wrong, I don’t dare anymore! Hahaha... No, don’t..."

"I said, I already said it's not okay!"

"Brother, please stop scratching..."

Xia Zhihuai stopped temporarily, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Do you know who you are in this family now?"

"Lao Er, I am Lao Er."

Wanwan is a very smart person who can bend and bend, and she is determined not to show off her words at this moment.

She watched Xia Zhihuai finally let go, thinking that she would not be noticed, and quietly let out a breath.

Xia Zhihuai couldn't help but laugh a little when he saw the expression on her face after the disaster, but he quickly suppressed the upturned corners of his mouth and waited for her answer.

"I'm using the cooling charm!"

When Wanwan took out the talisman paper from her pocket that was comparable to Fatty Lan, Xia Zhihuai immediately guessed that this should be a new talisman drawn recently.

He didn't know much about runes. He only remembered the rough patterns of the commonly used Power Talisman and Peace Talisman. He didn't even remember the Yin Gathering Talisman rune that was often given to Huang Xi Kong Zhu Qing.

Because runes are really difficult. Sometimes when they are drawn, they look almost the same, but in the end they cannot be used.

To use Wanwan's explanation, similarity does not mean it is the same.

A slight error is a huge difference.

With his carelessness, there is no hope for him in terms of runes in this life.

So it was not difficult for him to think about this thing by himself. It would be enough if there was only one person in the family who could draw. He would be more suitable to do things that normal ordinary people can do. (End of chapter)