Cheng Yangyang, who had stolen half a day of leisure, was in a good mood the next day, she finally regained her previous vitality, and she got up early in the morning and hummed a song.

"Oh, my dear family, you're early!" she went downstairs halfway down, and saw Cheng Qingqing and they were all eating in the restaurant, and she said playfully.

"Sister is early", Cheng Qingqing responded to her simply.

"Miss Yangyang, you're in a good mood!" Nanfeng saw that she had been smiling on her face since she went downstairs, and he was also in a better mood.

"This is all your credit, come on, you eat more!" Cheng Yangyang put the boiled eggs in his bowl into his bowl and grinned at him.

Nanfeng looked at the eggs in the bowl, he picked them up and knocked them on the table, his slender fingers slowly peeling off the eggshell.

After getting along for so long, he knew that she didn't like to eat boiled eggs, and every time Cheng Qingqing made breakfast with eggs, she kept them in her pocket, and then took them to the bottom of the mountain and gave them away.

"Miss Yangyang, don't be a picky eater!" he handed her the peeled egg and motioned for her to eat.

Cheng Yangyang looked at the egg in his hand, and his smiling face suddenly turned into a bitter gourd face, "Xiao An, can't our duck eggs be sold? Why do we eat eggs every day!"

She deliberately ignored the egg in Nanfeng's hand and turned to chat with Li Yuanan, but her careful thinking about how to hide it from Nanfeng.

Seeing this, Nanfeng directly handed the egg in her hand to her mouth, looking like she didn't want to leave if she didn't eat it, Cheng Yangyang saw that she couldn't escape, so she had to open her mouth and bite it, and took the egg in Nanfeng's hand.

"Woo woo, the good mood of the day was ruined by an egg!" she wanted to cry without tears.

After breakfast, Cheng Qingqing and Li Yuanan went down the mountain to the school, Cheng Yangyang followed their steps, took the small bamboo basket on the crossbody, and went down the mountain to the flower field.

The roses in the flower field had withered, the seed of the flower tray had formed, and she was going to take it all back.

Cheng Yangyang stood in the flower field, peeling off the flower trays one by one, taking out the seeds, and throwing them into the bamboo basket.

When she saw the better flowers, she moved them into the space and kept them for next cutting.

At the end of the day, she had only picked half a basket of seeds, and if it weren't for the villagers who were watching the paddy fields in the field saw that she was busy alone, and they were idle and bored to come to help, she was afraid that she would not be able to harvest it today.

"Cheng girl, do you want to plant flowers next year?"

The villagers returned from the flower field with her, and when they saw that she was so careful with the seeds, they asked curiously.

"Yes, I will plant next year", she is definitely going to plant, and she will plant more than this year, and there will be more and more beehives.

"But I see it's useless for you to plant these flowers this year!"

The villagers helped her plant the land and vegetables, but they didn't help her take care of the flowers, and when they saw her, they didn't go to the flower field often, thinking that the flower field was useless.

"I don't plant much this year, I can't see its effect, and you'll know it next year!" Cheng Yangyang didn't say much to them, and after she stabilized the use of bees, they would know how important this flower field was.

......

"Lord Wang!" Cheng Yangyang sat under the corridor on the first floor, shouting at the hall for the south wind.

But Nan Fengyan didn't seem to hear it, and she continued to call his name, but still no one responded to her.

It's strange, she didn't see Nanfeng go out today, why didn't she answer her at home?

Nan Feng Yan was in his room at the moment, and he heard Cheng Yangyang calling him, but he was talking to Chang Ning about something important now, so it was inconvenient to respond to her.

"South Wind ...... Brother Southwind...... Oba!" Cheng Yangyang kept calling him, she needed his help now!

"Miss Yangyang, what is Oba?" Nanfeng went downstairs after explaining Chang Ning, he walked from behind her and asked her.

Cheng Yangyang saw that Nanfeng was finally here, she beckoned him to sit down, "Oba is what my brother means, brother, my sister needs your help now!"

She handed him the bamboo tube in her hand, and handed him a small spoon and a small funnel, "Quick, help me fill the honey, I can't finish it alone." ”

The honey is thick, and it takes a lot of time for the honey to slowly flow into the bamboo tube, and she doesn't know when to put it on her own, and besides, in addition to the honey, she also has to take the beeswax.

Anyway, Nanfeng was at home, so he simply called him to help, he loaded honey, she took out the honeycomb and kept it, and the two divided the labor.

"Miss Yangyang, are you in such a hurry to call this king, is this just for this?" Although Nan Fengyan was a little disappointed, he still took the tools she handed over and helped her put the honey into the bamboo tube.

"Then why else?" Cheng Yangyang picked up a piece of honeycomb and placed it on the bamboo cage rack, allowing the honey to flow slowly into the basin below.

"This king is the prince, and he can do more than these small things, this king hopes that the girl in Yangyang can have something bigger to find this king!"

From the time he stayed at Cheng's house to the present, Cheng Yangyang has never asked him to do anything big, which makes him feel that he has been hollowed out, but what he can do is really not enough.

"What big things can I do to find you, I don't want to be an official in the court", isn't his role to go through some back doors, but what is she doing through these back doors, she can't use it!

"And don't the people above think you're dead?

"So, Miss Yangyang is worried that this king is in danger?" If that's what she meant, then he could barely accept it.

But how could Cheng Yangyang be afraid that he was in danger, "I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about myself, if the people above mistakenly think that I am in league with you, then I won't be wronged!"

"Of course we're in this group," Nanfeng said jokingly, "don't you like this king?"

"What are you kidding!" Cheng Yangyang looked at him in horror and denied: "When did I say I liked you!"

"Don't you like this king?" said Nanfeng as he leaned over her and whispered in her ear.

Cheng Yangyang ducked back and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Nanfeng, he looked at her dangerously, and smiled sinisterly, "You dare to say a 'no' word!"

He's clearly threatening her!

"Lord Wang, is it really good for you to do this?" Cheng Yangyang said speechlessly with a black line on his face.

"This king is willing!"

"......" He is really a sand sculpture!

"It's good if you're happy!"

Cheng Yangyang and he quarreled for most of the day, although there may be some unpleasant times during the chat, but they didn't take it to heart, they prefer to remember when they laugh and play.

"Lord Wang, did you look like this at home before?" Cheng Yangyang asked curiously.

"I don't remember, if it is, it may be pretended", Nanfeng was obviously reluctant to mention the past, he was doing quite well now, at least better than before.

It's so good...... Makes him want to stay here forever.