However, Mr. Luo insists on doing this, can he care about it?
Fangfei has nothing to do with it.
All I know is that I'm hungry.
Luo Jia smiled and covered the wooden horse, like a bride dressing up. He looked at it from head to toe and found that the wooden horse was in good condition and was not afraid of being peeped or leaked. Then he and Fang Fei went out.
The sky is filled with sunset.
It's the most leisurely time of the day.
The hardworking people have returned.
The shepherd boys ride on the backs of cattle and play piccolo.
Hunters carry various prey.
The women washed the various fruits and vegetables they collected, put them in bamboo baskets, and carried them back.
People cooking at home are busy... The fragrance of rice, wild vegetables, and all kinds of roasted game are wafting everywhere...
Some playing children were running around, chasing each other and playing tops.
Tops are extremely common here.
They are all made of various types of bamboo.
Everyone competes to see whose top can spin longer.
Some small dogs and the like joined in the fun and ran around.
His yellow hair hangs down and he is contented with himself.
Luojia saw it interestingly and called his two puppies over.
They are all local native dogs, fluffy and very energetic.
When the child was born, there was another toy - this dog, which was also regarded as the child's toy.
The dinner was sumptuous, light, rich... everything you wanted.
The highlight is a roast suckling pig.
This is a domestic piglet sent by Wei Chen and others.
In the past few days, Fang Fei's appetite was not very good. Luo Jia was worried and wanted to improve the dishes. On a whim, he asked the chef to prepare roast suckling pig.
Legend has it that in ancient times there was an expert pig hunter who made a living by hunting wild boars. His wife gave birth to a son for him, named Fire Emperor. When the son grew up, his parents went to the mountains to hunt pigs every day, and the son raised piglets at home.
One day, the Fire Emperor accidentally picked up a few pieces of flint, and he was banging and playing near the hut where the pigs were penned. Suddenly sparks flew and the hut caught fire, causing a huge fire.
After all, the Fire Emperor was an ignorant child, and he had never seen anything interesting. When he saw the fire in the hut, not only was he not worried at all, but he felt very happy.