Zhu Ping'an walked out of the bamboo forest and happened to see the scheming little Lolita riding her little red horse for a joyful walk down the hillside. The little maid following behind her was holding up her skirt and trotting all the way, calling the lady to slow down.
There are several maids in the scheming little lolita. This maid is obviously not the maid from last time, and her clothes are better than the maid from last time. This little maid looks to be about eight years old, only older than herself. About three years old, he has a bun-shaped hair and a baby-fat bun face.
Such a young girl comes out to serve others, it is really an evil old society.
The dark-bellied little loli's sharp eyes saw Zhu Pingan walking down the hillside. Her big eyes flashed brightly. She pinched the horse's belly with her calves, and the little red horse spread its hooves and ran towards Zhu Pingan.
"Zhu Ping'an, I thought you, an idiot, couldn't run away after being beaten by the master." The scheming little lolita was dressed in a riding attire and looked down on her. She actually felt a bit heroic for such a little lolita.
What's the point of looking good? His mouth is still so unflattering, Zhu Ping'an complained.
"Miss, slow down and wait for me."
A panting lolita with a bun-head ran up from behind, her round cheeks were flushed, and she pouted her mouth and spoke like a coquettish girl.
The sinister little loli turned her head and exposed her little tiger teeth and threatened the little maid, "Hua'er, if you continue to be wordy, believe it or not, I will sell you to Mother Hua!"
The little maid named Hua'er was so frightened that she shrank her head, like a little quail, and cried out in an aggrieved voice, "Miss..."
Miss, maid, this is a unique product of feudal society. Zhu Ping'an is unable and unwilling to change all of this, and he is not the Virgin Mary with her own halo. It seems that in ancient times, there was a saying about dowry maids. In the dynasties where red sleeves added fragrance, the deep-rooted thoughts were that it was better to go with the flow than to be beaten to a bloody head. In a dynasty, you must do things that are in line with that dynasty. One person cannot stand against the whole world.
"Hurry up and get the things I brought." The sinister little loli instructed the little maid to get the things.
After listening to the young lady's instructions, Hua'er lifted up her skirt and ran down the mountain.
Zhu Ping'an looked at the scheming little Lolita and knew that she had asked the little maid named Hua'er to get the food. It seemed that she couldn't wait to stare at him and tell her stories.
"Let's go to the river. It's cool there." Zhu Ping'an wanted to go to the river to wash his hands, so he suggested that the shady little Lolita go to the river.
The distance wasn't far anyway, so the scheming little loli just curled her lips and didn't object.
After washing his hands, Zhu Ping'an found a clean stone to sit down on, and was about to start talking about Condor Shooting. The scheming little loli here waited for Hua'er to lay a blanket on a stone before sitting on it.
Hua'er also found a small blanket, spread it on the stone, and sat on it.
"Miss." After Hua'er helped the scheming little Loli sit down, he handed the thermos box in his hand to the scheming little Loli.
The scheming little loli licked her lips and signaled the maid to hand the thermos box to Zhu Ping'an.
"Miss, this is what the master specially asked the cook to cook for you." The little maid pouted, and the boss was not happy.
"Talk too much! Don't listen to the Condor." Li Shu, the scheming little lolita, glared at the little maid unhappily.
It turns out that after returning home, the scheming little Loli told the story of the Legend of the Condor Heroes to the little maids who served her, including this personal maid named Hua'er. Several little maids were so excited to listen to this that they were looking forward to hearing the follow-up, especially the little maid named Baozi who was extremely itchy.
It's just that the little maid Hua'er looked at Zhu Pingan in disbelief. It was this little brother who talked about the condor shooting. No, he was still a little kid. After being glared at by the scheming little loli, Hua'ercai's boss reluctantly handed the food box to Zhu Ping'an.
Zhu Ping'an took the food box and opened it, his eyes immediately lit up. The lunch box contains golden-colored pot-fried pork. Isn’t it said that this dish is an imperial dish of the Zhang family from the three northeastern provinces during the Republic of China? Why did this dish exist at this time?
Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with just the right amount of salty and sweet. The cook at the little Loli's family is really good.
"Whether you tell me or not, you won't be eaten if you don't tell me." The sinister little loli looked at Zhu Pingan's eating look with disdain and urged him repeatedly.
Zhu Pingan licked his tongue and prepared to speak.
The scheming little loli despised Zhu Ping'an even more when she saw him licking his tongue. She was really unscrupulous and poor!
While eating, Zhu Ping'an continued to talk about Guo Jing's first encounter with Huang Rong, a woman dressed up as yesterday. The little lolita listened with interest, took out a small bag of preserved fruit and put it in her little mouth. Hua'er, the little maid with the bun head, had a completely different opinion of Zhu Pingan from the moment he started talking about shooting condors. He is such a cute little brother, such a talented little brother. He can tell stories while eating. Brother.
The sky was clear and cloudless, and the scorching sun in the sky burned me red, not to mention the trees, flowers and plants under the scorching sun, all of which drooped their leaves listlessly. However, a little loli and a loli, both of them ignored the heat and listened fascinated.
When Zhu Pingan finished eating all the fried meat in the lunch box, he happened to be talking about the part where Huang Rong made a beggar chicken to lure Hong Qigong. Zhu Pingan looked at the empty lunch box, looked up at the sky, and felt sleepy during the break. It's almost time.
"I have to go to class. Let's talk about it another day." Zhu Ping'an returned the lunch box to the scheming little Lolita and trotted towards the school.
The scheming little loli Li Shu looked at Zhu Ping'an's retreating figure, stamped her feet, and cursed, "This bad guy will eat everything and run away."
"Miss, let's put in more food next time." The little maid Hua'er suggested in a low voice.
The scheming little loli glared at her, "Didn't you still give it to him? Why did you let him go again now?"
The little maid Hua'er covered her mouth in embarrassment and thought to herself, didn't she know that this little brother was talking about vulture shooting before? If I had known earlier, I would have asked the cook to put in more food today.
When Zhu Pingan trotted all the way to the private school, the master happened to be walking from the thatched cottage to the school. He almost entered the classroom at the sound of the bell. The time was just right.
Zhu Pingan's position was at the back. When he passed the pulling boy from the front, the pulling boy glanced at Zhu Pingan one more time.
"Hey, did you offend him? He holds a grudge. You have to be careful." Li Xiaobao, the fat boy at the same table, pushed Zhu Ping'an's arm with his little hand and asked the boy who was pulling him.
"Oh, he wanted to jump in line when he went to the toilet, but I didn't let him." Zhu Pingan said disapprovingly.
"Then you should be careful. I saw him looking at you several times. He is just like me, he is petty. Oh, you don't know him yet, he is Wei Chen, and his father is a rich man in Weijia Village, but You're being cautious." Li Xiaobao whispered.
I can't tell that this little fat guy is quite naive, but he is still very grateful. Zhu Ping'an expressed his gratitude to the little fat guy for his reminder and nodded and said that he would be careful.
(Coming to the list on Monday, please recommend and collect)
