Lu Yunchu was very puzzled, the buds on the tree had been in full bloom for nearly two months, but for some reason there was no sign of blooming.

Fortunately, the feeling between him and her had become more and more intense with the summoning spell he used every day. In recent days, as his induction intensified, he always thought that she might appear in front of him in the next moment, so he was in a particularly good mood.

Since putting on the mask, Lu Yunchu has begun to accept clothes of other colors except green shirts.

It's just that among the new clothes that Shopkeeper Qin bought for him, they are all light purple. is also because the "senior" Qin shopkeeper said that the purple clothes seem to match his mask better.

In fact, he thinks so.

Thinking that his girl might be just like him every day, watching him from the cherry blossom tree outside the door, he felt that what the shopkeeper Qin said was very reasonable.

As for cooking......

After nearly two months of study, he has changed from a person who originally opened his mouth to a "Ruyixuan boss" who has mastered various cooking skills such as cooking and frying.

Just waiting for his girl to return, he can make a meal for her every day, and strive to keep her stomach and heart as soon as possible......

For lunch today, he made the raccoon's favorite spicy chicken.

As soon as the spicy chicken was brought to the table, the little fox was led into the hall by Xiao Wu.

"Daddy, Daddy, what's going to be lunch today?" asked the little fox as he leaned on the table.

Before he could answer, the little fox saw the main dish on the table, the spicy chicken, and the little face that was full of anticipation immediately collapsed.

"Ah...... It's spicy chicken again!"

Since Daddy started learning to cook spicy chicken, he has been eating spicy chicken for almost a month.

The little fox picked up the chopsticks and pouted to pick other dishes to eat, but he didn't clip a piece of spicy chicken.

He was curious: "I put less chili peppers today, and the chicken nuggets have a better grasp of the heat than yesterday, why don't I eat it?"

Xiaoli, Qin's shopkeeper and all the guys in Ruyixuan: Daddy (boss), it's not a question of whether it's spicy or not, but it's a matter of eating spicy chicken for more than a month, and the breath we spew out is with the smell of spicy chicken......

"Daddy, the little fox doesn't like spicy chicken now!" the little fox's black eyes turned quickly, and he said to his little conscience.

"Oh?" he asked, curious, with his eyes asking what he liked to eat right now.

The little fox looked out the window, quickly looking for inspiration, and when he saw the steamed bun shop diagonally opposite, he said, "The little fox loves to eat steamed buns now!"

"Chicken-filled?"

He can't make steamed buns, but he can learn them!

"No, no, no, the little fox only loves to eat the white-flour steamed buns made by Sister Qin'er!"

As if thinking of the great ambition in his heart, the little fox quickly emphasized.

But after saying that, he found that the atmosphere around him was strange, and he saw that the shopkeeper Qin and all the guys were looking at him with a sad face: Little boy, you say so, the next lunch and dinner waiting for me will be white-flour steamed buns, white-flour steamed buns!

Sure enough, Lu Yunchu listened to the words of the little fox, lowered his head and secretly decided that he would go to Wu Ji Bun Shop tomorrow to learn how to make white-flour steamed buns...... Well, the practice of steamed buns also needs to be learned.

After thinking about it, he took out the wine jar and wine cup and poured some wine, ready to take a sip comfortably.

The drunken cherry blossoms brewed from the cherry blossom petals picked by the little pig in Beishan before, and the eight jars are stored in Ruyixuan, which is the secret recipe left by his girl.

In recent days, as his induction intensified, he always thought that she might appear in front of him in the next moment, so he was in a particularly good mood.

So he instructed the shopkeeper Qin to take out the drunken cherry blossoms, and he was only willing to drink a small cup at lunch every day, and then ate the food he made, admiring the cherry blossom tree outside the window that hid his girl, so unhappy!

As soon as the drunken cherry blossoms are poured, the hall is filled with the alluring faint aroma of wine.

Some unsuspecting diners asked the guys about the origin of the wine, and some of them asked for a small cup to taste.

But how dare the guys agree? The only few drunken cherry blossoms left are treasures that the boss regards as his life......

Every time like this, Shopkeeper Qin began to hopefully hope that the cherry blossom tree outside the door would bloom as soon as possible. Seeing that the buds on the tree are more than in previous years, if the petals collected after flowering are made into drunken cherry blossoms, it will definitely bring a good income to Ruyixuan.

"Daddy, Daddy......" The little fox remembered something and opened his mouth excitedly.

Lu Yunchu silently sandwiched a few chicken nuggets to him, thinking: This little baby's crying problem has stopped a lot recently, but this bad habit of picky eating is not good.

"Just now I was playing with my fifth brother in the central square, and I saw a beggar, black and dirty......"

The little fox chattered, but he couldn't help frowning.

Luohua City has always been rich, although the people in the city are not wealthy, but the living standards of ordinary people can still be achieved.

How could there be a beggar? This beggar, I'm afraid it's not the local people of Luohua City, right?

"Several people surrounded him and beat him, and he just hugged his head and said, 'Think, atonement,' or something...... The little raccoon looked at him very pitifully......"

Xiao Wu was cleaning up the dishes at the adjacent table after the diners left their seats, and when he heard Xiao Li's description, he explained: "It is said that the beggar has been in the square for a few days, which has really affected the business of the surrounding vendors. Those vendors chased him for a few days, but he just refused to leave, and today those vendors were really angry, so they drove him out. ”

When the little fox heard this, he disagreed, pouted, and glared at him with long eyes: "Those vendors are too much of a deception, no matter how much they say, they can't beat the defenseless beggar." Hmph, if it were in the past, I would ......."

Halfway through speaking, the little fox suddenly lost his sound, and lowered his head stupidly: if in the past, when he was still the master's spiritual pet, with the master's "flower transfer" technique, he could use his big tail to sweep down those bullying vendors in minutes.

It's a pity that I'm no longer the spirit fox I was at the beginning!

As an ordinary human baby, the technique of transferring flowers and trees that the master had blessed him has long been invalid, and he can no longer have the power of the past.

When Lu Yun saw him like this for the first time, he immediately understood what he was thinking.

At the beginning in the auction house, he had seen the majesty of the spirit fox with his own eyes, and now the little fox is no longer a spiritual pet with no heart, just a weak little baby, and its psychological gap can naturally be imagined.

Xiao Wu didn't understand the loneliness of the little boy, so he just said: "I think that beggar is pitiful, but he has hands and feet, and he should find a way to make a living and try to support himself, instead of lying in the square all day long." Seeing that he was beaten up and didn't know how to fight back, could it be that there is something wrong with his brain?"

Xiao Wu had some truth, but Xiao Li's attention was no longer there, and his eyes were blankly looking at the lunch in front of him.

When Lu Yun first saw him like this, he secretly said in his heart that something was wrong!

According to his understanding of the little fox in the past two months, once this little fart baby appears like this, there is a chance that he will cry in the next moment.