Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

"Yuanli, what do you think this is?"

Bai Zhen lifted the rice and meat in her hand and shook it towards the little man at the door.

Although Yuan Li was not surprised at all, he still reluctantly showed an expression of surprise. He stepped forward with his short legs and rushed over, "Wow, sister, where did you get it?"

"I found a job and bought it with today's wages." Bai Zhen rubbed his head, "You can finally stop eating peaches."

Yuan Li raised her head and blinked, "What kind of work is my sister going to do?"

Bai Zhen replied calmly, "Oh, just help them chop trees and firewood."

She moved her wrists, "The fairy method can finally come in handy. It is said that the firewood I have chopped in one morning is enough for them for half a month."

The corners of Yuan Li's mouth twitched slightly:...

firewood?

They even asked her to chop wood?

The subordinate sneezed, looked at the tall pile of wood, and shrank: I hope Lord Demon Lord will never blame him...

He observed Lan Zhi for several days, only to realize that she had such a little talent...

Otherwise, she really can't do it!

Can't cook, can't hold the bowl, can't remember the name of the dish, and always gets angry with the guests, the girl doesn't know anything, she is rougher than the man...

What the **** did Lord Mojun take a fancy to her?

At this time, his Lord Demon Lord was holding his rice bowl with his small hand and shoveling the rice into his mouth. Although the appearance of the vegetables was difficult to describe, it was hundreds of times better than peaches...

Days passed by, although plain as water, it was sweet and full.

In the blink of an eye, ten years later, the little milk dumpling who was going to hug Bai Zhen back then has grown into a handsome young man.

"Yuanli, go over there and help me pick some peach blossoms."

Bai Zhen was leaning against the tree, holding a grass fan in his hand, fanning it for a while, Erlang's legs were so high, and his voice was lazy, like an 80-year-old old man.

Although the action was a bit 'indiscriminate', she was lying in a pink petal, white clothes and black hair, and her skirt was spread on the ground in the shape of an umbrella. From a distance, Jingmei was even more beautiful.

The young man tilted his head when he heard the sound, and the sunlight plated a layer of golden light on his handsome side face. Perhaps it was the reason for his work. It floats gently, adding to the beauty.

He shook his head slightly helplessly, walked to the girl with a large bamboo basket full of petals, and put it down heavily.

The petals overflowed a little because of his movements, and the boy's crimson lips pursed, and he looked down at the very comfortable girl below.

"Lanzhi, so many petals are enough to make wine."

Bai Zhen threw out a grass fan and smashed it at his forehead, "Hey, if you are tall, you can go to the house and unravel the tiles? How dare you call me by my name?

The boy dodged her attack, caught the grass fan steadily, and sat down beside her, "No. I don't want to call you sister."

"Why?" Bai Zhen looked at him, "When you were a child, you still followed my **** every day and screamed, and the sound was sweeter than the sound! Now, heh, you can't be rebellious!"

Yuan Li's mouth twitched slightly. When I was a child, I called to make it easier to get close to her; now I don't, to be with her better.

Because rather than being a younger brother, he wanted to be the one who stood side by side with her and leaned on her shoulders.

Depressed, the boy crushed the petals in his palm.

Someone's elm head, I really don't know when it will be enlightened...