Princess too Young, Prince too Old

In the end, Mu Nanzhi couldn't help it, and was afraid she would choke if she laughed again. She turned her back and ate a cantaloupe one by one against the Cui Bai's "Double Happiness Picture" hanging on the wall.

Lu Zhishan looked at her slender back and stared at the candy gourd in his hand, and for a moment did not know where to go.

"Cousin, did you write the caption on this painting?" Mu Nanzhi asked, pointing to the painting on the wall.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I don't have any good opinion, that is, you write too scribbled, I don't recognize it, I can only recognize your payment," Mu Nanzhi pointed to the caption, "these two words are Yongzhan."

Lu Zhishan said with a smile: "I'll be a full writer after that."

"No, cousin, you actually write very well. I ca n’t recognize Long Feifeng's silver-hook iron paintings, but I feel so good-looking," Mu Nanzhi still stared at the words he didn't recognize. "Just cousin, be careful when you write to me in the future."

Lu Zhishan nodded: "Okay."

Mu Nanzhi touched his nose: "But it is estimated that there is no chance. Let's have two streets each. I have some movement in the morning in the house. You will know before noon."

"There will always be a chance." Lu Zhishan smiled, taking a bite of rock candy.

He has n’t eaten sugar gourds for more than 20 years. At the first entrance, his sour eyebrows all wrinkled. Fortunately, Mu Nanzhi turned around, otherwise he grinned like this in front of the children. Shame.

It was too sour, and Lu Zhishan didn't dare to bite the second one, but he looked at the red and colorful fruit and couldn't bear to let go of his hand. He hesitated, then took out a piece of maltose from the tea plate, took a bite of rock candy and took a bite of maltose It's so sweet and sour, and it's not so difficult to say.

Song Fu coming in with milk tea and pastry: "..."

Lu Zhishan quietly put down the sugar candy gourd in his hand, and threw away the maltose left over. He took a tea cup and took a light sip of tea, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Knowing that he was not here at the right time, Song Fu was so busy setting up the milk tea and pastries that he hurried back.

Mu Nanzhi finished eating a whole candy gourd, turned around, looked at the extra milk tea and pastries from the little ones, and immediately smiled, holding a cup of milk tea, drank half a cup, and took a piece of maltose to hand Mouth: "Well? Why is this maltose a bit wet? Still a little sticky? It's not too crispy, hum! The little boy who sells sugar is deceiving again!"

Lu Zhishan's mouth twitched: "... Yes, don't buy any sugar from his house."

Mu Nanzhi found that there was also a cup of cow's milk tea in front of Lu Zhishan, and he was shocked and said, "Cousin, do you like cow milk tea now?"

Lu Zhishan's mouth twitched even more: "... I don't like it very much ..."

"Cousin, don't be embarrassed. Who wouldn't drink milk tea so delicious?" Mu Nanzhi winked at Lu Zhishan for a while. "Cousin, you must have scolded Song Fu in your heart now. Right, right? "

Lu Zhishan couldn't help but smiled and narrowed his eyes: "You understand me well."

Mu Nanzhi blinked proudly and drank the remaining half cup of cow's milk tea cleanly, leaning comfortably on the pillow and sighing, "I always feel that the pillow on Cousin's house is softer than that on our house.

"Hurry up and let someone send you a few past."

"I also like the eggplant boxes on Cousin's house."

"I'll take it with the pillow."

Mu Nanzhi turned to look at Lu Zhishan's face, and stopped talking.

"What else do you like? My cousin will give it to you." Lu Zhishan spoiled his face.

"No," Mu Nanzhi said sullenly, burying his face in the pillow.

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