Yu Buhuan was busy working in the kitchen, while Jiaoli squatted quietly beside the stove, adding some firewood to it from time to time.
The division of labor between the two is quite clear.
Yubuhuan was lucky enough to dry his clothes while cooking.
In less than half an hour, the steaming hot dishes were served.
Jiao Li took a greedy breath: "Well, it smells so good."
"Get the chopsticks."
Jiao Li looked at the rain outside: "Want to drink?"
Yu Buhuan immediately took a step back: "Don't try to trick me again. If the master knows that I secretly drank his wine, my martial arts will be ruined."
Jiao Li showed an expression that didn't recognize good people: "I didn't say I stole it from him."
Yu Buhuan glanced at him up and down: "If you don't steal from him, why should you steal from you?"
"Hehehe, yes." To be precise, it was stolen from Xuanyuan Mu.
Every year when summer comes, the peaches in the back mountain are as big as a fist and look like lanterns. He is responsible for picking those peaches at night, while Xuanyuan Mu is responsible for brewing the wine.
Yu Buhuan looked at the extremely vicious man in front of him with lingering fear, and snorted: "You...are not kidding me, are you?"
Jiao Li sighed leisurely: "Forget it if you don't want to drink. Why be so cautious?"
"The main reason is that you have too many criminal records."
"If I hadn't come to your rescue just now, you would have been killed by the tree."
"Thank you. Without you, I can still get away with it. It seems like I'm so awesome."
Yu Buhuan rolled her eyes and followed him.
"You wait here, I'll get some wine." After saying that, Jiao Li flew out of the kitchen, while Yu Buhuan sat there and waited doubtfully.
After a while, Jiao Li came back. The rainwater dripped down his robe, and soon a puddle appeared where he stood.
Yu was not happy to see that he really had two jars of wine in his hand. There was still mud on them, and it looked like they had just been dug out.
I couldn't help but be shocked: "You are so brave, you dare to steal the master's wine."
As far as she knows, the master likes to drink peach blossom wine, so he brews some every year and buries it in the back mountain.
"Who says it belongs to the master? It belongs to me." Jiao Li placed one of the jars at her feet.
The fish didn't like it but didn't dare to move.
Jiao Li sneered softly and tore open the cover. The aroma of wine immediately filled the room.
The fish is unhappy, this is not peach blossom wine.
When she opened the lid, she realized that it was made from peaches, not peach blossom wine. Now she felt relieved.
The two of them were enjoying the food and drinking wine.
Because it had been buried long enough and the wine was very strong, Yu Buhuan became a little tipsy after drinking half the jar.
Jiao Li was very clear. He pursed his lips and swallowed the wine in his mouth. He looked at her and asked, "How does it taste?"
Yu Buhuan nodded: "That's great. I didn't expect you could also make wine."
As if a sore spot had been stabbed, Jiao Li turned away and said, "I didn't brew it."
"Ah?" If she dared to say it belonged to the master, she would definitely spray him in the face.
"How do I have such a talent? This is Xuanyuan Mu's fault."
"Didn't you say it was your own?" Yu Buhuan was shocked.
Jiao Li replied matter-of-factly: "That's right, I picked the peaches."
"..." The division of labor between the two is quite clear.
The rain outside has slowed down a bit, and the drops are beating on the roof. The water vapor seeps in from outside, carrying a charming fragrance of flowers and plants.
This is a long-lost taste for both Yu Buhuan and Jiaoli.
