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. Behind her was the little maid who was holding up her skirt and trotting all the way, calling the lady to slow down, 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 bigger than me.
About three years old, with a bun.
Such a young girl comes out to serve others, it is really an evil old society.
The dark 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 my master." The scheming little lolita was dressed in a riding attire, condescending and somewhat heroic.
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 steamed bun ran up from behind, her round face was flushed, and she pouted her mouth and spoke like a coquettish girl.
The scheming little loli turned her head and exposed her little tiger teeth and threatened the little maid, "Hua'er, if you keep being 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 whispered aggrievedly, "Miss..."
Miss, maid, this is a unique product of feudal society. Zhu Ping'an has neither the power nor the intention to change all this. He is not the Virgin Mary with her own aura. It seems that in ancient times, there was a saying of dowry maids, and the dynasty of red sleeves added fragrance
, deep-rooted thoughts, rather than being beaten to a bloody head, it is better to go with the flow. In a dynasty, you must do things that are in line with that dynasty, and one cannot stand up to 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'll be 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 Pingan 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 spread 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 the slave's mouth and signaled the little 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, showing that 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 turned out that after returning home, the scheming little Loli told the story of the Legend of the Condor Heroes to the little maids who were waiting for her, including this personal maid named Hua'er. The little maids were so excited to listen that they didn't even think about food or tea.
What’s next?
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 stared at by the scheming little Lolita, Hua'er was the boss.
He happily handed the food box to Zhu Pingan.
Zhu Ping'an took the food box, opened it, and his eyes immediately lit up. Inside the lunch box was golden pot-fried pork. Didn't it mean that this dish was an imperial dish of the Zhang family from the three eastern provinces during the Republic of China? Why did this dish exist at this time?
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It's 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 Ping'an's eating look with disdain and urged her repeatedly.
Zhu Pingan licked his tongue and prepared to speak.
The scheming little loli despised Zhu Ping'an even more when she saw her licking her tongue. She was really unscrupulous and poor!
While eating, Zhu Ping'an continued yesterday's story about Guo Jing's first meeting with Huang Rong in women's clothing. The little lolita listened with interest, took out a small bag of preserved fruit and put it in her little mouth. The little maid Hua'er with the bun head started talking from Zhu Ping'an
Shooting the Condor, my opinion of Zhu Pingan has changed drastically. He is such a cute little brother, such a talented little brother, a little brother who can tell stories while eating.
There was not a cloud in the sky, a scorching sun overhead, and no wind at all. The trees by the river stood listlessly and lazily. However, a little loli and a loli, both of them were fascinated by what they heard.
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 food box, looked up at the sky, and woke up during the break.
It's almost time.
"I have to go to class, let's talk about it another day." Zhu Pingan returned the lunch box to the scheming little loli, and trotted towards the school.
The scheming little lolita Li Shu looked at Zhu Ping'an's retreating figure, stamped her feet, and cursed, "This bad guy, just 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 the one talking about Condor 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, so you have to be careful." Li Xiaobao, the fat boy at the same table, pushed Zhu Ping'an's arm with his little hand, nuzzled at the boy who was pulling him, and asked.
"Oh, he wanted to jump in line when going 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 couldn't tell that this little fat guy was quite naive, but he was still very grateful. Zhu Pingan expressed his gratitude to the little fat guy for reminding him, and nodded and said that he would be careful.
(Coming to the list on Monday, please recommend and collect)