Li Xiangqin made a terrified voice, "Ah... don't do this, it's not good to be seen by the child later!"

While speaking, he tightly clasped Su Wuli's back neck while his hands were talking.

Su Wuli responded evilly: "Don't worry, the children are playing outside at this moment."

Hearing what he said, Li Xiangqin snuggled in his arms and said, "Hate."

After saying that, Su Wuli was carried into the house.

Soon, a burst of laughter and joy came from the room.

The middle is mixed with the breath of gasping between men and women.

At the foot of Jingfeng Temple.

After walking a long journey in a row, Chu Zhongtian and Xiao Fanzi finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Looking up at the temple standing among the mountain, the little fan suddenly felt weak in his legs.

He said with a painful expression: "Young Master, the mountain is so high, the little fan can't walk anymore."

After saying that, he sat down on the grass behind him.

Chu Zhongtian, who was already a little hungry, looked at him with contempt and said, "You have the nerve to say that I have eaten two sweet potatoes just now, but I haven't eaten a bite yet? I didn't say anything."

Xiao Fanzi said unconvincedly: "Young Master, you have grown up with delicacies since childhood, and you must have a good physique. Even if you don't eat for three days, you will have a stronger physique than Xiao Fanzi's porridge."

Hearing this sentence, Chu Zhongtian was immediately speechless.

He said even more contemptuously, "Do you dare say that what we give you every day is porridge?"

Xiao Fanzi sighed with aggrieved look on his face and replied: "Even if it is not porridge, it is still leftovers."

"You..." Chu Zhongtian was so angry that he really wanted to teach him a good lesson.

But because of the hunger coming from his stomach and the running around along the way, he no longer had the energy to experience him again.

Seeing that the young master was finally angered by him, Xiao Fanzi smiled happily and said, "Haha, young master, you are so angry that you can't speak by Xiao Fanzi's words, right?"

When Chu Zhongtian saw him laughing, he immediately realized that he did it on purpose.

He sat down next to him.

He stretched out his hand at him and said in a lazy tone: "Come it?"

Seeing that he had no intention of blaming him, Xiao Fanzi couldn't help but laugh.

He obediently untied the kettle tied around his waist and handed it to his hand.

Chu Zhongtian took it, raised his head, and drank it in one breath.

Xiao Fanzi looked at the already cold sweet potato in the bag and said, "Young Master, this roasted sweet potato is cold, don't you eat it?"

Chu Zhongtian only put down the kettle after drinking a lot of saliva in succession.

He glanced at the sweet potatoes in his bag and said, "Take them to me!"

Hearing this sentence, Xiao Fanzi mistakenly thought that he finally figured out that he could eat it.

He hurriedly took out the sweet potatoes wrapped tightly in paper confetti from the bag, and handed them to his hand, saying, "Young Master, you should have eaten them long ago. Look, it's cold, and the taste is not as fragrant as before."

Chu Zhongtian took it, smiled and shook his head and said, "Little Fan, you were wrong. In fact, it still smells so fragrant."

While speaking, he lowered his head and smelled the fragrance emitted from the sweet potatoes.

Seeing that he did not immediately peel it and eat it, Xiao Fanzi put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and looked surprised.

He said in confusion: "Young Master, why don't you eat?"
Chapter completed!