"And only I know where that treasure is hidden. If I die, no one in the world will be able to find it!"
Leng Chengran stroked his forehead helplessly, he had tried his best...
Ruirui was such a kind-hearted little winter melon, and her eye circles turned red. She asked him regretfully, "Have you ever eaten thousand-year-old ginseng?"
"No."
It was meant for hanging, but it was fine that no one was hurt, but if you eat it, you might be dead.
Why would he eat that stuff when he has nothing to do? Besides, most people can’t or can’t afford it if they want to eat it.
The man didn't take the question seriously at all and answered it nonchalantly.
Ruirui looked at him encouragingly, "Then you are about to eat it."
Because her father is the kindest person, when talking to dishonest people, he would often put a piece of ginseng in his mouth first.
The people in Prince Jing's Mansion are so nice.
Thinking of Prince Jing's kind and honest style, Ruirui quickly comforted the man, "Don't always talk about whether you will die or not. Life is very precious~ So don't talk about killing people. My parents are not even willing to torture people."
Leng Chengran: "..." Yes, what do you mean by "death"?
If he falls into the hands of Ruirui's father, this man will soon be unable to die even if he wants to...
The man is still blindly optimistic and fails to realize the point of this passage...
More and more, I feel that the two people in front of me are related to Qianlimen. Although the man covets her, he doesn't dare to pursue the "little red flower" girl anymore.
After laughing twice, he found an excuse and ran away.
The master and apprentice were left looking at the sky sadly.
After a while... "Ruirui, master, can you... please change out of these clothes?"
Ruirui's eyes were red and she nodded pitifully, "Okay."
Leng Chengran smiled and patted her head, "What's wrong?"
Ruirui sniffed sadly, "My mother is coming. If I had known... I wouldn't have eaten all the sweet-scented osmanthus cake we made. Now I can't leave even a piece for my mother."
The osmanthus cake made from the osmanthus tree growing on Qianli Mountain has a different taste.
It tastes much better than anything sold on the market.
She sent a batch of the first batch of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes made this year to both Prince Jing’s Mansion and Yaya’s house, and ate the rest herself... Now there is nothing left for her mother to use as snacks.
The filial little winter melon.
Leng Chengran touched her little head soothingly, smiled and coaxed her, "Master will take you back to do it now. You will definitely be able to do it before your parents come over."
"But most of the sweet-scented osmanthus has not grown yet, and the remaining sweet-scented osmanthus is only enough to make five kilograms of sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
Only enough... five kilograms...
The corners of Leng Chengran's mouth twitched fiercely, "Didn't you say that... your father's eating... is normal?"
Then Ruirui's mother can eat it alone...won't five pounds be enough?
If you eat too much sweet stuff, you will easily get tired of it...
Ruirui felt so melancholy, "But Uncle Xiao Chenzi will definitely come..." Because there is delicious food!
"I don't know if others will come... If they all come, the food stored in the mountain will be eaten up in one day."
"...There is still a lot of food stored in the mountain..." Leng Chengran felt that his little apprentice was worried too much.
Ruirui looked at him seriously, "My very skinny steamed bun uncle... you have seen him. He once ate a whole roasted lamb by himself."
"..." Leng Chengran was silent for half a minute, "I'm going to ask someone to go down the mountain to buy more food."
Suddenly I feel like Qianli Mountain is about to be raided by a group of foodies...