Glancing at the little squirrel closest to her, Zi Qing smiled slyly.
"Hey, I roasted two chickens, but Jun Haoyu didn't come today. It would be a pity to waste it. Since the little squirrel loves you for being so cute, my sister will reward you with one, okay?"
"Chirp..."
As if he understood what Zi Qing said, the little squirrel chirped several times with excitement.
At this moment, an intolerable voice finally sounded.
"Little girl, giving such a delicious roast chicken to this mouse is such a waste of nature?"
Zi Qing raised her head when she heard the sound, and saw the bad old man jumping down from a locust tree near her, and instantly snatched the roast chicken from Zi Qing's hand that was meant to be given to the little squirrel.
"Old man, why are you like this, robbing other people's things all day long?"
As expected, an expected look flashed across her face, and Zi Qing pretended to be angry and mocked the old man.
"Hey, the little girl's craftsmanship is not bad, not bad, I like it old man."
The old man seemed not to have heard Zi Qing's words, and said with great satisfaction as he gnawed on the roast chicken.
Picking up another roasted chicken, Zi Qing pulled out a plump roasted chicken leg and gave it to the little squirrel who was crying and staring at her with a look of grievance.
The little squirrel obediently took the chicken leg and darted slightly to hide in the hole of a big tree, as if it was afraid of disturbing the old man and trying to grab it again.
Zi Qing was amused by its cute appearance, "Haha..." and laughed a few times. Then she looked back at the old man who was enjoying his meal and pretended to be aggrieved.
"I won't make delicious food next time, lest others steal it again."
"Little girl, I don't think you are such a stingy person."
After hearing Zi Qing's words, Old Man Zao stopped working and mocked Zi Qing, half jokingly, half seriously.
"Here, I'll give this to you. Can I exchange it with you? You're such a stingy girl."
As if he had thought of something, the old man smiled proudly, took out a black iron box from his arms, about half the size of Zi Qing's fist, and threw it directly into Zi Qing's hand.
Looking at the black and rusty old tin box in her hand, which was guaranteed to be thrown away by the roadside and no one would pick it up, Zi Qing was stunned for a moment, then twitched the corner of her mouth, OK! She respected the old man, and saw the old man’s face.
Excited, she reluctantly opened it and took a look.
As soon as the box was opened, a dazzling glass light came out. Zi Qing saw two red ropes in the box that were as tattered as the box. Zi Qing couldn't help but stare even wider. This old man
What and what exactly?
Just give her two broken ropes? She still looks like a treasure.
As if he saw the disgust on Zi Qing's face, the old man responded with a look of hatred.
"Look at you, this little girl, you are quite smart. I never thought you were just an ordinary person with no discernment."
As the old man spoke, he casually pointed two fingers at the red string in Zi Qing's hand.
I saw the two originally dull red ropes flashing with glimmer of light. Like a magic trick, the color of the red ropes instantly became bright and dazzling.
Zi Qing was scolded like this by the old man, and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows? Is she being impatient?
Looking at the bright red rope in her hand, Zi Qing couldn't help but get even more confused. Is this meant to be used to tie her hair?
"The rope is pretty, but the red color doesn't suit me."
This time, the old man looked surprised! The way he looked at Zi Qing as an idiot made Zi Qing feel more than a little bit uncomfortable.