"Hey, don't say it, Qin Rourou, this girl, what is it really doing, what is delicious, jasmine makes tea, there is a faint fragrance in the tea, and it tastes really different from what I used to drink. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Bao Xiaodao heart.

Speaking of the jasmine tea that I used to drink with a knife, most of them were processed dried jasmine, or water with added flavors, and there was no jasmine fragrance at all when I drank it.

Today, the jasmine made by Qin Rourou tastes really good, and the faint jasmine fragrance in the tea smells very good, giving people a very pure feeling, and there are many more feelings when you taste it.

If drinking tea can trigger your own feelings, it means that this tea is definitely a good tea.

"Hey, I said Rourou, the fragrance of your jasmine tea is very pure, very delicious, come, give Brother Baozi another cup." Bao Xiaodao is a bit like drinking, drinking down, but he doesn't feel refreshed enough, so he picks up the cup and hands it to Qin Rou Judo.

"Hee-hee, Brother Baozi, you're so rude." Qin Rourou pursed her lips and said with a coquettish smile.

But isn't it, he is drinking tea with a knife, it's just drinking, tasting tea to drinking, and you really don't have anyone to bag a knife.

"Hehe, Rourou, it's not that Brother Baozi is rude, but the tea you made, it's so delicious that I can't control it all of a sudden." Bag knife hehehele said.

"Hahaha, Dao'er, look at you, aren't you rude, how can you drink tea like this." A few old mothers looked at the funny bag knife with a smile.

"Uh, hehe, drinking tea is casual, anyway, I'm not a literati, let alone a Confucian, if I can't live according to my own temperament, then I'd rather become a monk." Bao Xiaodao said humorously.

"Ah......? ...... you want to be a monk? Qin Rourou said with a look of surprise.

Qin Rourou, who was still smiling sweetly just now, was uncomfortable by Bao Xiaodao's words, if you Bao Xiaodao really became a monk, who would I marry?

Bao Xiaodao seemed to see the worry in Qin Rourou's heart, and hurriedly changed his words and said: "Hehe, lie to your Rourou, being a monk, of course it's impossible, I haven't married a wife yet, how can I be a monk, even if I want to be, it's a matter of the next life, in this life, I have no relationship with the monk, only with Rourou." ”

"Uh...... Hehe...... Hahaha......"

After a while, Qin Rourou was amused by him, and several old mothers were even more smiling and had a stomachache, Bao Xiaodao glanced at Qin Rourou next to her, and when he saw that she was smiling sweetly, he was relieved.

Alas...... Rourou, this girl, is so nervous about herself all the time, even if it is her own joke, she will be sad.

It seems that in the future, in front of Qin Rourou, we must pay attention to one thing, that is, don't let Rourou worry that she can't marry herself, this may be the thing that a woman cares about the most.

"Alas, if this man is too handsome, it's really a distressing thing, and the beauties are struggling to marry you, hehe, but I like it." Bao Xiaodao narcissistically said.

"Dao'er, what do you think of this girl?" Bao Qingqing took Qin Rourou's little hand and deliberately asked the bag of small knives.

"Eh, hehe, Rourou is my favorite girl, if I leave her in my life, I will definitely be heartbroken, I want to die, old lady, in this world, except for a few of you old mothers, Rourou is my dearest person." Bao Xiaodao knew what his old lady meant, so he simply stopped hiding it, and said it all the way.

A few sweet words, all the people who say it are as sweet in their hearts as if they have eaten honey.

"Brother Baozi...... Uh......" Qin Rourou blushed with excitement, her eyes were full of tears, she bit her red lip lightly, looked at Bao Xiaodao with affection, and snorted lightly.

"Then when are you going to marry this girl as a wife?" Bao Qingqing said with a serious expression.

"Hehe, old lady, I'll tell you the truth, I'm here for this." Bao Xiaodao said mysteriously.

"Oh, really? Then tell me how you are going to arrange the marriage of the two of you? Several old mothers looked at Bao Xiaodao curiously, and Bao Qingqing also said with a puzzled expression.

"Alas...... It turns out that this dead boy has already paid attention to himself, and it seems that it's time for me, the old lady, to retire early and enjoy my old age in peace. Bao Qingqing said in his heart.

"That's the case, old lady, the lipstick workshop that Rourou and I are opening now has really made a lot of money, and you mothers are getting older and older, although they still look as pretty as ever, sexy and charming, but you can't stay in the drunken building for a lifetime, in case the drunken building is not there one day, where do you go to settle down?"

"Hehe, I decided to buy a big mansion, first, to organize the marriage of Rourou and me, and secondly, to let your old people have a place to settle in their old age." Bao Xiaodao said eloquently.

"Hee-hee...... Good you stinky boy, you still have a little conscience. Seeing that his son was so thoughtful about his own pension, Bao Qingqing said with tears of joy.

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

The fat mother sitting on the side cried at this time, and the crying posture didn't know whether it was funny, ugly, or moving.

"Hey, I said fat mom, this is good, why are you crying?" Mother Red asked, puzzled.

"Yes, yes, fat mom, is it bad for our knife to say? Look at your crying face. Another old woman nagged impatiently.

"I didn't ...... Whining...... It's our knife that's so good to us, I'm ...... I have no children and no daughters in my life, I thought I was going to be lonely for the rest of my life, who would have thought that our family could still think of me in my heart, woo woo......" The fat mother couldn't help crying.

"Look at your little bit of talent, when will our knife be bad for us, the knife is a few of our good sisters, I have grown up watching him since childhood, I have long regarded him as my own son, besides, in this world, except for our knife, who will care about us when we are old, anyway, I rely on him, cut ......" Mother Hong shook the round fan in her hand, cocked Erlang's legs, glanced at the fat mother and snorted coldly.

"Oh, I said a few old mothers, I can take care of anyone with a knife, how can I ignore you, you are my old treasure." Bao Xiaodao swears by the way.

"That's it...... It is...... If this little bunny dares to leave you behind, see if I don't spank his ass blooms. Bao Qingqing said.

"Hahaha......"

Speaking of this, everyone laughed, and Qin Rourou on the side, her little face was flushed, and she was shooting at the bag knife not far away with a pair of wife-like eyes.

For her, the desire to marry Bao Xiaodao was finally put on the agenda today, she looked at Bao Xiaodao in front of her with antiquity, how much she looked forward to the future, she bit her lips lightly, smiled sweetly, and suddenly, everything in this world seemed to be so wonderful.

"Alas...... Lao Tzu is finally about to truly have his own woman, for so long, but the fucking hard work of my diligent little hands. Bao Xiaodao said with a lewd face.