The sound in the dining room became smaller and smaller, and the little boy who appeared suddenly attracted the attention of the two people in the room, Gu Qingping simply sat up straight and no longer listened to the conversation inside.

At this moment, a light suddenly burst out in the eyes of the boy with a depressed expression just now, and he went straight past Gu Qingping and ran in front of Mama Zhao. It put the silver on the table, talked nonsense in a serious manner, and finally told Mama Zhao to go out to buy rock sugar gourds, but she sat on the small chair next to Gu Qingping.

Mama Zhao was not at ease and stayed in the outer room with the two children, but thinking of the boy's background, she hesitated, and unconsciously looked up at Gu Qingping. Suddenly thinking that Gu Qingping was a three-year-old child who had just regained his senses, he smiled awkwardly.

Gu Qingping lowered his eyes, looked up at the boy who was squeezing his eyebrows at him, and then opened his mouth and said to Mama Zhao: "Mama, it just so happens that I also want to taste the taste of sugar gourd, you go out and buy one, just let Tsing Yi come in and watch it later."

When Gu Qingping said this, the slight momentum on his body suddenly suppressed Mama Zhao. After pouring tea for the boy, Mama Zhao hurriedly retreated.

Mama Zhao was thinking in her heart that she had to hurry to the kitchen and call Tsing Yi over, and she was thinking about the fact that she seemed to need to buy some more girls in the house, so she couldn't help but go faster.

As for Gu Qingping's unusually calm performance, he did not have the slightest doubt. After all, his son-in-law Cang Linhan wrote poems at the age of three, and he became a chapter at the age of five. If it weren't for Cang Linhan's unwillingness to be an official and only like business, the champion of Xingzong in the Dawu Dynasty for seven years would not be the one surnamed Gu. Thinking far away again, Mama Zhao came to her senses and hurriedly walked to the kitchen.

I saw this pink-carved boy, picked up the ripe pear cake on the small coffee table and tasted a little, frowned slightly, took another sip of tea, paused, and took a few more sips.

"This tea is made with honey and high-quality fragrant pears, which is very suitable for moistening the throat in autumn, and Mama Zhao will also make an herbal tea with melon slices and lotus leaf honey, which is suitable for summer drinking, and you can taste it when you have time." Gu Qingping saw the boy full of vitality in front of him, and he had a good impression of him, he had vitality that he didn't have, and thinking of the tea knowledge he heard from Mama Zhao a few days ago, he unconsciously said a few more words.

After speaking, seeing the boy's eyes lit up and his eyebrows seemed to be about to jump, he added: "Eating more sugar is not good for your teeth, and you can't eat more if you like it." I saw that the boy's ears turned red and his neck stiffened, as if he didn't admit that he liked sweets.

Gu Qingping looked at the boy with interest, and found that God seemed to love this boy very much, not only giving him long eyelashes, but also giving him double eyelids.

At this time, I saw that the boy's eyes rolled, his eyelashes blinked, and he looked at Gu Qingping's thin body, as if he was estimating something, and suddenly stood up directly and walked in front of Gu Qingping and squatted down, picked up Gu Qingping and ran out, not forgetting the cloak next to the chair before running. As he ran, he said, "Remember, my name is Jiang Chenyi, I am the future general, you will be my person in the future, you have to listen to me for everything, you know."

Gu Qing was calm and silent, looking at this boy whose forehead was full of sweat and still full of vitality, she was yearning in her heart. Of course, she also wanted to see what the boy wanted to do.

In fact, Gu Qingping has always been a person who likes to be lively, and likes to watch the people around him play and be funny, but his personality doesn't like to talk much, and later the power in his hands is getting bigger and bigger, and few people dare to laugh in front of him.

I saw Jiang Chenyi, a little boy, running to the back of the room and stopping under a dwarf jujube tree, Gu Qingping was gently placed on the ground, and he didn't forget to put his cloak on Gu Qingping.

I was panting, and I didn't take a break, rolled up my clothes, and climbed the jujube tree neatly, trying to pick jujubes. kept muttering, "Remember, the general doesn't like to eat sweets, if you are obedient, I will give you dates." ”

Jiang Chenyi turned his head after picking the dates, and saw Gu Qingping standing under the tree, a small lump, a palm-sized little face flushed, and the double buns were also a little messy on the way over, the crimson cloak and the frost-white earth were combined together, like a rendered ink painting.

Jiang Chenyi, the boy in black, suddenly turned his head in embarrassment, and came down from the tree crookedly, ignoring the messy clothes, his head lowered, and his ears were red.

"Don't eat this jujube first, when you eat breakfast for a while, give the jujube to a man in white, you may not know it now, but you will see it then, you must not eat it, it's not delicious, it's very astringent, next time I'll bring you a delicious jujube." Jiang Chenyi thought for a while and said seriously.