Jiaojiao's hands were a little sore while holding so many things. Thanks to the master who took them in time, she breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her wrists.

The winkless Miaomiao escaped from the sea of ​​misery and jumped into Jiaojiao's arms. Jiaojiao subconsciously hugged it and supported it, her wrists felt sore again.

"Jiaojiao~ This meow, hey!"

Before Bai Miaomiao finished speaking, he was picked up by a big hand, and the next second he was gently thrown to the ground.

Although there was no pain, it was extremely insulting. Bai Miaomiao said angrily: "This bad guy is meddling in other people's business. I am so angry!"

Jiaojiao looked at Miaomiao, and then looked at Master in confusion.

Rong Yan raised his eyebrows and said in a teasing voice: "Are your wrists sore anymore?"

Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, raised her little fleshy hand to look at it, and suddenly understood what the master meant.

It turns out that Master was afraid that her hands would be sore.

Jiaojiao happily curled her lips and said softly: "Master, you are so attentive."

Rong Yan chuckled upon hearing this, looked at the porcelain jar and oil-wrapped paper in his hand, raised his lips and asked, "Is it for me again?"

Jiaojiao nodded, her big dark eyes were bright, and she said softly: "The blessing jar is a gift from me to Master, and the brown sugar was made by my mother. My father asked me to bring it to Master."

When Rong Yan heard that the names of the family were announced, his eyebrows raised, his phoenix eyes raised with a smile, he nodded and said, "Then thank you Baojiao and your parents."

"You're welcome, Master, what do you want to give me?" Jiaojiao's eyes were watery and she looked curious.

Hearing her straightforward question, Rong Yan raised his lips and pulled off a thin soft whip from his waist, and said with a magnetic voice: "After searching around, this is the thing that suits you."

The whip Rong Yan handed over was extremely exquisitely made. The color of the whip was light gray with a touch of white. The whip body had patterns outlined with gold threads, which looked delicate and intimidating.

Jiaojiao's eyes were bright. She took the whip and looked through it curiously. She exclaimed happily: "Wow, this color is so beautiful. Thank you, Master."

Seeing her smiling and chubby cheeks looking very attractive, Rong Yan resisted the urge to pinch her cheeks and curled his lips and replied: "As long as you like it."

The whip felt thin and soft, and Jiaojiao had no place to put it, so she wrapped it around her waist as a belt.

Don't tell me, it's really like a belt wrapped like this. If you don't pay attention, you won't even notice it's a whip.

"Master, the gift you gave me is so nice. It can also be used as a belt..."

Bai Miaomiao, who was completely ignored, went crazy. He cursed in his heart and looked at Rong Yan. He jumped onto a tree branch and waited.

This cunning human was originally fine on the tree, but a sudden burst of internal force knocked it down, and it fell directly into his arms.

When she thought of being hugged by him, Bai Miaomiao grabbed a handful of leaves with her paws and wiped her body, so that she would not be touched by his scent.

Jiaojiao was talking to her master, and the two of them never noticed this scene.

Wang Zhuangzhi watched his daughter chatting with others and beaming. Although he couldn't hear what they were talking about, he saw the master giving out the whip. If he had only met her once, why was she so familiar?

He was about to ask Erya how she met the master. As soon as he turned around, he saw a monk wearing cassocks walking in through the back door, followed by the monk who had gone to inform him earlier.

"Master!" Wang Zhuangzhi smiled quickly and waved.

"Erya, you stay here and be sure to keep an eye on Jiaojiao. Dad will go talk to the master."

After Wang Zhuangzhi gave Erya instructions, he walked towards the two masters carrying large and small bags.

Seeing this, Jie Li put his palms together and walked towards this side.

The two approached, and Ji took the lead and said with a smile to Wang Zhuangzhi: "Donor Wang, we meet again."

"Master, it turns out to be you!"

Wang Zhuangzhi was a little excited when he saw Ji Ni. When he bought a house, he followed Master Xu Yi, so he had an impression.

The monk on the side smiled and introduced: "Donor, this is the Master I told you about."

Only then did Wang Zhuangzhi react and hurriedly said with a smile: "Oh, Master Ji, I have never known your name even after I met you once. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."

Ji Li hurriedly raised his hand and said with a gentle smile: "Donor Wang, please don't flatter me, just an ordinary monk. Let's go into the wing and talk in detail about the courtyard."

Wang Zhuangzhi glanced in Erya's direction, and said to the two masters sheepishly: "I'm taking the children up the mountain, and they can't stay in the wing to talk about things. Why don't you help me and look after them for a while?"

"Don't worry, Donor Wang, I'll let Zhi Xin go."

After saying that, Ji Ling patted the monk beside him, Zhi Xin clasped his hands and nodded, "Yes, Master Jing Ling."

Seeing Zhixin walking next to Erya, Wang Zhuangzhi breathed a sigh of relief and gratefully walked into the backyard with his master.

Erya was looking at her sister. When she turned around, she suddenly found that there was another person behind her. Seeing that it was the monk Master, she quickly put her hands together and politely shouted: "Hello, Master."

Zhixin also clasped her hands together, "Little donor."

Erya scratched her head, wondering why he was standing next to her. She searched around the yard but couldn't find her father.

Zhi Xin explained gently: "Little donor, your father is talking to Master Ji, please wait for a moment."

"Oh." Erya retracted her gaze, looked at her sister, and secretly glanced at the monk beside her from time to time.

Zhixin closed her eyes, turned the beads with her fingertips and began to recite the Buddha's name silently.

At the same time, opposite Jiaojiao is really teaching Rong Yan how to eat brown sugar to make cakes.

"This is no longer hot. If you want to take one bite and swallow it, the brown sugar will leak out in a while."

Rong Yan stared at the white soft egg cake in his hand, and the brown sugar in the middle reflected a little dark red.

He opened his mouth and was about to try it, when suddenly a monkey jumped out, its furry paws heading straight for the brown sugar cake.

Rong Yan looked displeased and waved his hand to block it.

The monkey seemed to have hit something unknown and fell directly on the grass two meters away. "Chirp!" It yelled twice and got up. It looked at Rong Yan and Jiaojiao fiercely and kept mouthing.

"Zhizhi——"

Jiaojiao looked at the monkey and felt goosebumps all over her body. She closed her eyes and plunged into Rong Yan's arms.

Rong Yan's body suddenly stiffened. He never expected that the little guy would suddenly hug him.

The person in his arms was so soft and soft, and his nose was filled with the faint scent of milk. He, who had always been mysophobic, forgot to push her away for a while.

Jiaojiao was really frightened. She had been practicing for so long and had only shadowed monkeys.

When she was still in the ginseng market, she was dug up by a monkey, and half of her body almost went into her mouth. Fortunately, she escaped with her life.

If the monkey who lost her life still mentioned her as she is today, Jiaojiao would be afraid unconsciously when seeing the same kind of person again.

Rong Yan noticed that the little guy in his arms was scared. He glanced at the monkey in the distance, his eyes sharp and cold.

The monkey was also a man, and when he noticed that Rong Yan had murderous intentions, he was so frightened that he fled towards the roadside.

"Hey, no! Let go, Jiaojiao, you can't hug this guy, ah, I'm going crazy!"
Chapter completed!