Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the tide is high in the morning.
Until now, the water level is still much higher than usual.
The beach is no longer visible, and even the reef beach is closed in by the sea.
The waves swirled under my feet, as if I was walking on the sea.
Is it cold? Boss Lu suddenly asked, taking off his coat and putting it on her.
Xu Suizhu quickly stopped: It's not cold.
She was wearing an autumn dress with temperature control protective clothing, and the style was adapted from the popular pinch-waist skirt with a large hem. Not to mention that the hem of the skirt was longer than her calf, even if it was a knee-length short skirt, she would not feel cold.
Is it really not cold? Mr. Lu frowned and said, I don’t understand why you women like to wear skirts so much. Forget about summer, it’s already October. The temperature in the morning and evening, is it really not cold?
Women love beauty! Xu Suizhu tilted her head and smiled at him, her almond-shaped eyes blinking, "What? You don't like it?"
She asked him if he liked it, how should he answer? Of course he liked it in his heart, but if he said it openly, was it too straightforward? Would it make her mistakenly think that he was playing a gangster?
Xu Suizhu blinked and could clearly see a layer of blush slowly appearing at the base of his ears.
Hahahaha! Sure enough, he blushed again.
The seduction technology has improved a lot, but the defense is still not good, boss!
Only then did Lu Chixiao see the smile in her eyes, and he suddenly reacted, hooked his long arm, and brought the person into his arms: Teacher Xu is very happy?
Not bad. She said while holding back a smile.
I understand what you just said, take it on board and cook fresh food for the children.
Besides peeling and eating pineapple fresh, what else can you do?
Seeing that she had brought so many pineapples back, Wu Meili asked in confusion, and she shouldn't eat too many fresh ones as they would easily make her angry.
Well, you can’t eat too much fresh ones, but you can make pineapple jam and eat it with steamed buns in the morning. You can also make dishes, such as pineapple old meat, pineapple duck meat, pineapple shrimp balls
Xu Suizhu listed several delicacies that can be made with pineapple, and clapped her hands at the end. Today is the festival, and I will show you my skills and make a delicacy based on pineapple.
What is it? Wu Meili asked curiously.
Keep it a secret! Xu Suizhu blinked, picked a few wild pineapples that were relatively popular, and went into the kitchen to get busy.
Boss Lu was sent by her to coax Baozi.
When the little one is tired from playing, he calms down and looks for his mother, but she is not there. He looks for his father, but he is not there either.
Although Wu Meili delivered the bullet-cased tank in time and successfully diverted the little guy's attention, when Xu Suizhu and the two came back, they somehow remembered it again, which made them a little emotional.
Brat, you're quite stubborn!
Lu Chixiao frowned with a headache.
He saw the little bun opposite him, pouting his little mouth and staring at him fiercely.
Baby, daddy is back and brought you a gift. Look, what is this?
Fortunately, he had the foresight to pick up a few dried starfish and conches on the reef beach of Fuming Island.
But there are quite a lot of them on Fuju Island.
Drama Turtle often gives little buns conches, the fresh and meaty kind.
Hollow out the snail meat inside, wash it and make a hole in the tail of the snail, put on a cotton rope and hang it on the little guy's chest. When you are happy, blow it twice. Whether it can be blown is another matter, but at least it is a clean and beautiful little snail trumpet.
What did Baozi's father give me? - An empty snail shell picked up from the reef beach. There are still a few holes missing on the snail edge. You want to fool your son with this? Human beings, you are insincere!
The drama turtle didn't mind joining in the fun. He crawled up to Mr. Lu, stretched his neck and took a look at the starfish and conches he brought. His little mung bean eyes rolled in disgust, and he returned to the little bun, purring and complaining:
Your father is so bad. He just picked up a few pieces of junk and called them gifts! It’s unforgivable!