Zhu Ping'an walked out of the bamboo forest, and happened to see the black-bellied little Lori riding her little red horse riding a happy walk down the hillside, followed by her little maid trotting all the way with her skirt and shouting Miss slow down.

There are a few little girls with a black belly.,This girl is obviously not the girl last time.,Dressed more than the last girl.,This little girl looks about eight years old.,Only about three years older than herself.,Comb a bun head.。

Such a small girl has come out to serve people, it is really an evil old society.

The black-bellied little Lori had sharp eyes, and saw Zhu Ping'an walking down from the hillside, a pair of big eyes flashed brightly, and the calf clamped the horse's belly, and the little red horse spread its four hooves and ran towards Zhu Ping'an.

"Zhu Ping'an, I thought you stupid person couldn't run away after being beaten by the master." The black-bellied little Lori is dressed in riding clothes, condescending, and has a bit of a heroic feeling.

What's the use of looking good, the mouth is still so unpleasant, Zhu Ping'an slandered.

"Miss, slow down, wait for me."

A panting bun head Lori ran from behind, her round face was red and fluttering, and she pouted and spoke coquettishly.

The black-bellied little Lori turned her head and bared her little tiger teeth and threatened the little girl, "Painting, if you are verbose, believe it or not, I will sell you to Mother Hua!" ”

The little maid named Hua'er shrank her head in fright, like a little quail, and whispered aggrievedly, "Miss"

Miss, maid, this is a unique product of feudal society, Zhu Ping'an has no power or intention to change all this, and he is not the Virgin Mary with his own halo. It is said that in ancient times, there seemed to be a saying that there was a wedding maid, the dynasty with red sleeves and incense, and the deep-rooted thoughts, rather than beating the head and bleeding, it is better to push the boat and go with the flow. In one dynasty, you have to do things that are in line with that dynasty, and one cannot fight against the whole world.

"Go get what I brought." The black-bellied little Lori instructed the little maid to get something.

After listening to the young lady's instructions, the painting ran down the hill with a skirt and a fart.

Zhu Ping'an looked at the black-bellied little Lori, knowing that she had asked the little maid named Hua'er to take the food, and it seemed that she couldn't wait to stare at herself to tell the story.

"Let's go to the river, it's cool over there." Zhu Ping'an also wanted to go to the river to wash his hands, so he suggested that the black-bellied little Lori go to the river.

Anyway, the distance is not far, and the black-bellied little Lori just pouted her lips and did not object.

After washing his hands, Zhu Ping'an found a clean stone and sat down, ready to start talking about eagle shooting. The black-bellied little Lori here waited for the painting to put a blanket on a stone before sitting on it.

Hua'er also found a small blanket to spread on the stone and sat on it herself.

"Miss." After the painting waited for the little Lori with a black belly to sit down, he handed the thermos box in his hand to the little Lori with a black belly.

The black-bellied little Lori enslaved the slave's mouth and motioned to the little maid to hand the thermos box to Zhu Ping'an.

"Miss, this is what the master specially asked the cook to cook for you." The little maid pouted, and the boss was not happy.

"Mouthy! Don't listen to the Condor Shooting. The black-bellied little Lori Li Shu glared at the little girl unhappily.

It turned out that after returning home, the black-bellied little Lori told the story of the Condor Heroes to the little maids who served her, including this personal little maid named Hua'er. A few little maids listened to it without thinking about it, and they were all looking forward to listening to the follow-up.

The little maid looked at Zhu Ping'an in disbelief, the eagle shooting is what this little brother said, no, it's still a little kid. was glared at by the black-bellied little Lori, and the boss of the painting was unwilling to hand the food box to Zhu Ping'an.

Zhu Ping'an took the food box, opened it, and his eyes immediately lit up. The lunch box is a pot fried meat with a golden color, not that this dish is the imperial dish of the Zhangjia family in the three eastern provinces during the Republic of China, why did you have this dish at this time.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, salty and sweet, the cook of the black little Lori family is powerful enough.

"If you don't talk about it, if you don't talk about it, you won't eat it." The black-bellied little Lori looked at Zhu Ping'an's eating appearance with disdain, and urged repeatedly.

Zhu Ping'an licked his tongue and prepared to speak.

Seeing Zhu Ping'an's licking of her tongue, the black-bellied little Lori was even more despised, she was really poor and sour!

Zhu Ping'an continued yesterday's talk about Guo Jing's first meeting of women's clothes Huang Rong and talked about it, and the black-bellied little Lori listened to it with relish, and took out a small bag of preserved fruit and put it in her small mouth. As soon as Zhu Ping'an opened his mouth to talk about eagle shooting, Zhu Ping'an's opinion of Zhu Ping'an was turned upside down, what a cute little brother, such a talented little brother, a little brother who can tell stories while eating.

There was not a cloud in the sky, the sun was blazing overhead, there was not a single wind, and the trees by the river stood listlessly and lazily. However, a little Lori and a Lori, both of them were fascinated by what they listened to.

When Zhu Ping'an finished eating all the pot fried meat in the lunch box, he happened to talk about the part where Huang Rong made a chicken to lead out Hong Qigong, Zhu Ping'an looked at the empty food box, looked up at the sky, and felt that the recess time was about the same.

"I'm going to class, I'll talk about it another day." Zhu Ping'an returned the lunch box to the black-bellied little Lori, and ran to the school at a trot.

The black-bellied little Lori Li Shu looked at Zhu Ping'an's back slipping away, stomped her feet, and scolded, "This bad guy, just eat and wipe it off." ”

"Miss, let's not put more next time." The little maid suggested in a whisper.

The black-bellied little Lori glared at her, "Didn't you give it to him yet?" How can this make more of it again. ”

The little girl covered her mouth embarrassedly, thinking to herself, didn't she know that it was this little brother who talked about shooting eagles, if I had known earlier, I would have asked the back kitchen to put more today.

When Zhu Ping'an trotted all the way to the private school, the master happened to walk from the grass hall to the direction of the school, and he almost entered the classroom with the bell, and the time was just right.

Zhu Ping'an's position was in the back, and when he passed the dragging boy from the front, the dragging boy glanced at Zhu Ping'an more.

"Hey, did you mess with him, he has a grudge, you have to be careful." Li Xiaobao, the little fat man at the same table, pushed Zhu Ping'an's arm with his small hand, and asked at the boy Nunu who was dragging him.

"Oh, he, he wanted to cut the line when he went to the toilet, but I didn't let him." Zhu Ping'an said disapprerovingly.

"Then you should be careful, I saw him look at you several times, he is the same as his old man, he is cautious. Oh, you don't know him yet, he's Wei Chen, and his father is the rich man of Weijia Village, so be careful. Li Xiaobao whispered.

I can't see that this little fat man is quite three-eight, but I am still very grateful, Zhu Ping'an thanked the little fat man for his reminder, nodded and said that he would be careful.

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