But the two women didn't know what was happening in the kitchen across the door.

Next to the sink, the blindfolded girl in an apron waited for a moment, and then Tankou seemed to be slightly relieved.

But at this moment, Ouyang Rong, who had always been honest, suddenly took the bowl that had been washed long ago out of Zhao Qingxiu's hand and put it aside.

He immediately retracted his water-stained hands and wiped them with the apron around Zhao Qingxiu's waist.

While wiping, she seemed to have been touched on her lower abdomen, waist and other sensitive areas. Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but bend down and exclaimed: "Ah——!"

But before she could react, her body had already risen into the air!

After Ouyang Rong wiped his hands, he directly picked up Zhao Qingxiu by the waist, strode forward, and placed her on the stove.

Zhao Qingxiu was unbalanced, so she had to turn around subconsciously and hugged Ouyang Rong's neck. When her pink buttocks landed on the stove, the two of them were facing each other.

Ouyang Rongqi approached, and the first thing he did was to pull out the ice-white jade hairpin that made a "longling" sound on her temples, and put it away.

Without the hairpin to hold them in place, the two looked eye to eye, with three thousand black hairs pouring down like a waterfall within a short distance.

Ouyang Rong pressed forward.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeise and

Before Zhao Qingxiu could speak, her small mouth was blocked physically.

First bite.

Sweet.

It is a sweetness that is clearly conveyed to the tip of the tongue.

Ouyang Rong finally tasted it.

It's like a newly picked lightly ripe plum on a branch with cicadas chirping in summer. Take a bite and it will satisfy your craving for sweetness.

The two of them were stacked on top of each other and dumped on the stove.

There was a water ladle placed on the table, which was knocked off the edge of the table by the large movements of the people lying down and fell to the ground.

A slender trembling leg that originally clamped Ouyang Rong's waist suddenly stretched out and accurately hooked the water scoop, bringing it to the ground safely.

Ouyang Rong didn't notice this quiet detail. He directly pulled off the azure ribbon covering his eyes from the dazed face in front of him.

The lips moved up and landed on her nose, on her dull but widened eyes, on her delicate eyebrows, and on her forehead with fine beads of fragrant sweat.

Move further down, back to the eyebrows, back to the eyelashes, back to the tip of Qiong's nose, then back to the breathless little mouth, and bring the few strands of beauty's hair that touched her lips back into her mouth...

The scene was very chaotic, my two hearts were trembling, and my foreheads occasionally bumped awkwardly.

There is no tacit cooperation like when good friends were washing dishes together.

An icy white jade hairpin lay quietly on the counter with its back to the two of them, as if observing the faint shadow of the two mandarin ducks crossing their necks on the wall behind the stove.

The kitchen was empty and lonely, but the stove was crowded and noisy.

But a new rapport is being developed.

"Why can't I find the gourd? It's strange, where did I put it? I still have to wash the pears with water..."

More than ten breaths later, Fang Shengnan's carefree voice suddenly sounded at the door. Before the two people on the stove stopped, the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside.

"What are Mr. Ouyang looking at? What's in the pot? Hey, where's the embroidery girl..."

Zhao Qingxiu was too thin and petite, and was covered by Ouyang Rong's body. Fang Shengnan looked at her at first glance and asked something strange.

But halfway through, he saw clearly the little octopus wrapped around his waist and back.

The air inside and outside the kitchen suddenly felt awkward.

"Uh, keep going..." Fang Shengnan turned around at a flying speed, turned his back to the kitchen, and looked around at the scenery outside.

Ouyang Rong:......

Zhao Qingxiu:......

After three breaths, she couldn't help but look back. Ouyang Rong and Zhao Qingxiu had already separated, got off the stove, and straightened their clothes.

Zhao Qingxiu turned her back, and a small round shoulder was exposed. The azure ribbon was wrapped around her neck. She had no time to put it on because her hands were hurriedly tying the bellyband ribbon on the back of her neck... This rope

As soon as the knot was untied by a good friend, she was disturbed by Fang Nuxia.

Ouyang Rongze looked calm and silently stood in front of Zhao Qingxiu, but Fang Shengnan saw him lowering his head and putting the apron he had just taken off around his waist.

The atmosphere became even more awkward.

"Forget it if you don't have the scoop, you, you just think I didn't come..."

Fang Shengnan blushed deeply and ran away, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

Ouyang Rong immediately turned around to help the pretty girl who was blind and mute put on her loose skirt...

Not long after, two figures appeared at the kitchen door.

In the yard, Fang raised his sleeves and looked at them curiously, sitting at the table. Then he looked at his sister, whose face was red and red at the mouth of the well, immersed in fetching water.

Ouyang Rong walked out of the kitchen with a water ladle in his hand. Just as he was about to speak, his face was startled.

Fang Jixiu noticed that his expression became uncomfortable.

As if aware of Fang Jiuxiu's sharp gaze, Zhao Qingxiu returned to the kitchen, as if she still had housework to do.

Ouyang Rong sat down in the courtyard, took a ladle of water, drank it all in one gulp, breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and exchanged a few words with Fang Juxiu, glancing towards the kitchen from time to time.

Seeing that the embroiderer didn't come out to meet anyone, Ouyang Rong had no choice but to get up and say goodbye. Before leaving, he went to the lobby and picked up a newly bought Taoshouzhai pastry box.

"Xiu Niang, I'll get a box of pastries. If you want to eat them, you can buy them some other time."

He turned his head and said loudly.

"Uh-huh."

Zhao Qingxiu answered absentmindedly from the kitchen, and did not ask Ouyang Rong what he was doing with it.

Ouyang Rong didn't know that the blindfolded girl was squatting alone in the corner next to the stove. After hearing his call, she stood up subconsciously. Halfway up, she squatted back again, holding her hands tightly.

Cover your hot face...

Ouyang Rong left the quiet courtyard, quickly returned to the carriage, and put down the pastry box.

With a strange expression on his face, he closed his eyes and entered the Tower of Merit.

In the merit tower, in mid-air, a fortune bell trembled extremely, with purple mist pouring out continuously. The purple mist was mixed with the light pink thread that Ouyang Rong was familiar with.

He frowned, his thoughts focused on it, and a divine message immediately flew into his mind and exploded.

"The exchange of two thousand merits is a bit much. How was this blessing triggered? Could it be..."

Ouyang Rong touched his chin and looked thoughtful.

This time, he said nothing and simply closed his eyes.

Not far away, above the round little wooden fish, a line of numbers in blue-gold font suddenly decreased.

[Merits: four thousand five hundred and eight]... [Merits: two thousand five hundred and eight]...

In the carriage, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and took a long breath.

"Dong, dong..."

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the pastry box on his lap.

Is there any blessing related to the embroiderer?

He guaranteed the replacement.

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