With a clang, a can of Coke fell down. Feng Wuli took it out and asked, "What do you want to drink?"
"This!" She seemed to be prepared, pointing to the tallest drink.
She needed to raise her head and point it out to Feng Wuli.
"Sold out."
"Then...this one." She pointed to another orange juice drink.
"Let me see...it's also sold out."
Wang Xilou frowned.
In the end, she had no choice but to drink the rest of her apprentice's drink, saying that it was enough to moisten her mouth and there was no need to waste money.
Feng Wuli sighed and gave the master the first sip of Coke.
Wang Xilou seemed to be a little addicted to the abuse. He drank a sip of Coke and shouted to continue.
People are really addicted to food.
Feng Wuli couldn't bear the thought that she was really tired, so she played more healthily in the second half, which at least gave people the feeling that there was a real back-and-forth.
Feed all the balls in front of her.
Instead, he had to run around and catch the ball and feed it to the respected master. Wang Xilou was even more convinced that he was actually a very strong illusion.
He also provoked Feng Wuli several times.
This man really needed a lesson, but Feng Wuli was not angry.
Wang Xilou didn't know that when you were weak, you thought you were showing off your teeth and claws, but others just thought you were cute.
Feng Wuli thinks Wang Xilou is cute.
Po Nu and Wanwan are also back.
"The people at the stadium saw me picking up bottles, and I don't know why they came over to help me pick them up." She drank a bottle of iced Coke.
"I thought they were going to grab the bottle from me!"
Feng Wuli was helpless: "You are so beautiful, they want to get to know you."
Wang Xilou and Po Nu raised their eyebrows. They were filled with praise but remained calm on the outside.
Feng Wuli taught Wanwan how to fight, and the little fox learned quickly.
Her tail moves, her ears stand up high, her short legs jump very fast, and she even dubs herself, shouting out in a low voice, "Hey!" and "Haha!"
Several people take turns to go up, each person has five balls.
When Wang Xilou and Po Nu fought, Feng Wuli felt the most exciting.
Two rookies can be in a stalemate for a long time, but the problem is that the way they look at each other is actually...appreciative.
It's really speechless.
No matter who confronts Wanwan, they will let him go.
Feng Wuli treats everyone with contempt.
Seeing that it was getting late, Wang Xilou said that he would go back to buy vegetables and asked him what he wanted to eat at night. Feng Wuli took out a towel from the right emperor's pocket and wiped her sweat: "I suddenly want to eat pig's trotters."
"At this point, the pig trotters have long been sold out."
Wang Xilou wanted to wipe it himself, but suddenly he felt good. The boy he took care of could now take care of himself. He felt full of accomplishment, so he stood still.
It would be nice if I could be more obedient.
"Then stir-fried pork with chili pepper, and I also want to eat some tofu."
"Okay, master, go to the market to see if there are any tofu for sale, and make you some mapo tofu."
She asked: "I'm going to the market and riding away the battery. Which of you wants to buy groceries with me?"
"Me! I want to go!" Classmate Wanwan raised her hand.
"Okay, Wanwan, let's go."
"Goodbye, Mr. Feng Wuli!" She trotted behind Wang Xilou, but Wang Xilou grabbed her tail. The little cutie angrily touched Wang Xilou's butt, but Wang Xilou dodged it repeatedly.
Feng Wuli rides a bicycle to pick up Po Nu.
The wind in the April evening was like a heat wave, and the ground that had been kept warm all day was constantly heating up. Po Nu hugged his waist, leaning back as if he had no bones, and straightening his legs forward.
After a while, she shook her head again and sang an incomprehensible song.
There is no logic, no melody, and it doesn’t even count as a saliva song.
The only remaining advantage is the good sound.
But somehow cute.
"What are you singing?"
She smiled and asked if she sang well.
"It doesn't sound good." He answered truthfully.
"You praise me!"
"Your legs are so white." He complimented her.
Po Nu chuckled, sat down, and pressed his upper body up: "Then what do you want to hear? I'll sing for you!"
"Hmm, can you sing Jay Chou?"
"I can't sing, I can only sing his songs."
Feng Wuli felt speechless, but Ponu chuckled, just like Wang Xilou.
She sang a song called Daoxiang.
The a cappella singing seems very quiet and pleasant, just like the heroine in the TV series holding the dying male protagonist and singing quietly. It may not be considered a cappella singing, after all, the crickets in the grass on the roadside are accompanying her.
He looked back at her, and Po Nu stopped mid-song when he saw her, her eyes were smiling, and she asked him what he was looking at.
Feng Wuli felt that if he were an ordinary high school student, he would be in love with Po Nu. This person was just like a witch. Ordinary high school students could not subdue the witch and would be fooled around. Fortunately, this witch was obsessed with him.
She sang——
Have a smile
Success and fame are not the goal
Let yourself be happy, that's what it means
childhood paper airplane
Now it finally flies back into my hands
When he rode his bicycle on the riverside road, the sound of waves came from far away. Po Nu pointed at the river water under the sunset and said that the color was like Master Kong's spicy noodle soup.
Feng Wuli said that it was more like a braised soup, but Po Nu retorted seriously, saying that the braised one was more red, and now it was more orange, and it was spicy noodle soup.
Feng Wuli looked at the river again, seeing the beautiful scene of sparkling golden light. He couldn't get out of Master Kong's spicy noodles.
The witch has magic and can turn the golden river into a pot of instant noodles.
"I almost want to eat instant noodles."
"Me too." Feng Wuli said.
"Go and buy two packs later?"
"Wang Xilou won't let me eat..." She said that the food is unhygienic and unhealthy, and he won't be allowed to eat spicy strips. When he was a child, he could only eat them with Liu Xiaoxiao, but he often ate them secretly at school.
"You're such a big man and you're still afraid of her?"
Feng Wuli rode silently, ignoring her.
The dishes, desserts, and pastries that Wang Xilou can cook are much more delicious than instant noodles. How can you say that he is afraid of Wang Xilou.
When preparing to go to Jiangbian Road, Po Nu said that it has now become braised beef noodles. Feng Wuli took a look and saw that it had really changed from hot gold to dark red, and he prepared to enter the night with Tianbian.
She said that the braised Master Kong tasted terrible. Feng Wuli felt that every time he ate instant noodles in the future, he would think of this evening, and accidentally made the evening taste like instant noodles.
She suddenly pointed: "Look! Your cat!"
Feng Wuli looked over there and saw five cats on the roadside, a calico cat, a pure white cat, two orange cats, and a black cat.
Yeji took the lead, turning back and meowing from time to time, and then the other four dirty wild cats followed her timidly.
The Cat Team appears and attracts passers-by's attention.
Some people say that the black cat is raised by someone and often comes here to play.
Yeji ran to a shop selling barbecued sausages and said, "Give my friends a barbecued sausage!"
"This cat is here again begging for food." The owner of the store is a middle-aged woman.
"We also brought so many wild cats." She was a little worried, fearing that these cats would affect her business.
Yeji turned around and meowed:
"If you follow me, I will definitely not starve you. I will reward each of you with a grilled sausage." She raised her head and said to the boss:
"Bring me our sausages."
Passers-by laughed and some took photos of the Cats.
The black cat was still meowing. It was her first day out with her little brother, so she couldn't lose face. Even though the boss didn't give her sausages after calling her many times, she started to behave and roll around.
Showing her belly, meowing cutely, and tugging at the boss's trousers.
Until someone pinched the back of his neck and lifted him up.
