Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

He looked around. Although it was far away from people, it was cleaned up by the little girl.

The wooden house was surrounded by strong thorns, and thorns blossomed on it.

The yard is very large, with wooden tables and chairs under the trees in the East, a clean gravel road in the middle, and a large row of wooden racks in the west, on which many varieties of vegetables, mushrooms and fungus are dried.

It seems that we have plans for the winter.

Hou Qing felt that she was unable to speak.

Yuan Zifan didn't know why, but he asked politely, "Grandpa is in the house. How about going in and having a cup of tea?"

Hou Qing frowned.

Yuan Zifan thought Hou Qing disliked it. He quickly said, "tea was brought from my hometown. It was Longjing tea before the Ming Dynasty. I put snow mountain chrysanthemum and several petals, and then boiled tea with the spring water of the snow mountain. After three courses, I added a little wild honey and broken jujube kernel, which can be used as afternoon tea. By the way, I also made some cakes to match tea..."

Hou Qing felt that the little girl had a strong ability to describe, and even had a feeling of being on the scene.

He shook the hand hanging from his side.

Yuan Zifan did not know that Hou Qing could not eat.

After watching so many zombie movies, how can she compare with Hou Qing.

Seeing Hou Qing's silence, yuan Zifan feels as if he is not enthusiastic enough, and if he has a good relationship with Hou Qing here, it is equivalent to finding a powerful backer.

So another fire was added, "It's said that distant relatives are better than close neighbors. Let's stay here for dinner tonight. The elder brother of the guard just caught a hare and three fish. We'll eat braised honey rabbit meat tonight. The fish tastes delicious and is suitable for boiling fish soup. The boiled fish soup is milky white and put some fine leaf onion powder. It must be very delicious. Fry a white mushroom with pheasant meat and mix some small dishes. I can make wine with wild grapes today It's opening... I...... "

In the next words, Hou Qing disappeared without letting yuan Zifan finish.

Yuan Zifan blinked.

I don't understand why the man left without saying goodbye.

But I was relieved.

Didn't you say that one is born and two are cooked.

I know you, don't I.

At this time, an old man with white hair and beard came out of the house and asked, "Yao'er, who are you talking to?"

Ah?

Yuan Zifan looked back and saw that he was his grandfather. He said calmly, "Grandpa, I just talked to the guests across the lake..."

Master yuan was surprised. Is there anyone across the street?

Why have you never seen cooking smoke.

Or a hermit?

The old man looked suspiciously at the empty scenery around him, "where's the man?"

Yuan Zifan glanced, "I guess I see you shy..."

Hou Qing, who was walking stealthily on the lake, pulled the corners of his mouth and accelerated his speed.

Since you can't leave, set up a border first.

Isolated from smell.

But, unfortunately, the next morning, yuan Zifan came to the door with a wooden food box.

Hou Qing sat by the lake and looked at the little girl from the other side of the lake and a little boy behind her.

Yuan Zifan looked at the place where Hou Qing lived with some excitement.

No house.

Only caves.

The surroundings looked empty.

However, it is unexpectedly open and distant, with a taste of Xanadu.

Yuan Zifan wiped the sweat on his forehead. If there is no analysis error, it should be like spring all the year round.

Because the temperature here is obviously more than ten degrees higher than where she lives.