Beautiful Rural Cook Girl

Song Liangchen hears the speech, a trace of gentleness flashed in his eyes, and he no longer says anything more. He is relieved to deal with the ice bowl in his hand.

The next day, Mei Jingtian went out before dawn, followed by song Liangchen. In her mind, she wanted to quickly publicize the ice food, so she did not pay attention to song Liangchen, who was called close protection.

When the sun came out, I didn't feel anything when the sun came out. But as soon as I got out of the carriage, the sweat began to flow down like a river dam breaking a dike. There was a big sun in the sky. If song Liangchen hadn't set up his hand and picked up the burden of wearing ice, Meijing would have no strength to set up a stall.

God knows that it's so hard to set up a stall. It's easy to shake a spoon on the edge of the kitchen.

Mei Jing thought like this, then scolded: "this old God is to roast people? It's a ghost weather. It's very hot

Song Liangchen gentle smile, "daughter-in-law, I help you fan?"

Mei Jing looked back at him. He was about to have a bad temper, but he asked, "Why have you been away for most of the day and you haven't shed any sweat? Is there such an advantage in practicing martial arts that it can isolate the heat of the sun? "

"Silly girl." Song Liangchen laughs and takes out a water bag from his waist. "It's cool. It's just coming to you, but you keep talking..."

There's an ice bag in his hand, obviously.

When Meijing took over, he found that some places at the bottom had softened down, apparently a part of it had melted. Meijing knew that song Liangchen was very clever, but he didn't expect him to be so clever.

This is not an ice bag to eat fruit!

But what he said was reasonable. He wanted to scold, but he couldn't say it? Zhuowen.com www.zhuiwen.org

"If there is such a good thing in the future, remember to take it out as soon as possible." Mei Jing said.

Song Liangchen nods heavily and follows Meijing to be a beautiful man with a burden.

Along the way, many women looked at Song Liangchen's strong figure and beautiful face, and covered their faces with round fans, for fear that the smile would give song Liangchen a bad impression. However, song Liangchen paid all his attention to Mei Jing.

There were too many merchants in Baihua town. Many carts stopped at the gate of the city alone, and many people were in a hurry and sweating.

There are rich and noble families, people who want to bargain with the guards, some of them work at the gate of the city, and some go to work in the city. It seems that Baihua town has become the most important point in the iron triangle of new business.

Meijing found a shady space and asked song Liangchen to put down the burden on his shoulders. Then he began to yell, "don't miss passing by. You can have a taste of the ice bowl of bayberry, which is cool and thirst quenching. Come and have a taste of it!"

The hot and dry weather, suddenly came such a crisp cry, can not help but let people's hearts a shock, have to explore where the pleasant voice comes from.

In the middle of summer, no one wants to waste time at the gate of the city. But when they hear the cry of Mei Jing, they stop in a hurry and look over here.

They don't know what the waxberry ice bowl is.

But what they urgently need now is something that can quench their thirst and cool. In addition, the word "ice" naturally attracts everyone's attention.

Soon, a big bellied man came over and started to fan himself with his hands. His voice was a little impatient: "what's the ice bowl you sell, little girl? Water? Or bowl? "