At noon, the scorching sun hung high, and the small courtyard, which had been quiet for a while, sounded again.

Uncle Meng and the little ghost, who had been hiding in the big tree, poked their heads out one after another.

"Uncle Meng, what are we doing here?"

The little ghost who had been holding back for a long time finally asked.

As soon as Uncle Meng raised his hand, the little ghost retracted his neck, and waited with his eyes closed for a long time without waiting for the palm to fall.

He opened his right eye and peeked at it, the hand that Uncle Meng raised was just propping up on the trunk of the tree, and the whole person stood on the top of the branch, stretching his neck to look into Su San's courtyard.

The imp exhaled and patted the place of his heart.

"It's small!"

The big name of the little ghost is Yuan Qiao, but few people know it, and they usually call him a little ghost, and at this time, he was really nervous when he heard Uncle Meng call him so solemnly.

He glanced down a little panicked, pursed his lips and looked at Uncle Meng's back.

"When are you going to grow up?" As Uncle Meng spoke, he squatted down and sat down on his knees.

The little ghost blinked and continued to look at his back, and for a while neither of them made a sound, and after a while, Uncle Meng sighed and jumped directly into Su San's yard with his left hand holding the tree trunk.

Although the little ghost didn't understand a little, he still learned Uncle Meng's movements and repeated them exactly at all.

Uncle Meng held his hands behind his back, and the expression on his face was a little indescribable: "Heaven is fair..."

As soon as the words came out, Uncle Meng shook his head and walked forward.

This operation made the little ghost confused, and he frowned and thought hard for a long time before he understood Uncle Meng's words.

By the time he scratched his head and gave up, Uncle Meng had already walked to the door of Su San's room, his hands on top of him and preparing to push the door.

The little ghost rushed over with a brisk step, but he was still a step too late, and Su San, who was standing in the door, directly opened the door.

The three of them looked at each other.

"You..." Su San took a step back and looked curiously at the two people outside the door, an old man and a young man.

Uncle Meng looked at Su San with some surprise, and secretly thought in his heart, this little girl is not very old, and she is not afraid when she sees a stranger standing at the door, so she has some guts.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, the more he looked at Su San, the more satisfied he became, and he didn't say anything, he stroked his beard and stepped into the room.

The big round eyes were still looking around: "How old is the little girl this year." ”

Su San pursed his lips, and the uncle in front of him looked a little obscene: "Grandpa, I should be your granddaughter, if you have any ideas, you might as well think about your granddaughter first?" ”

Uncle Meng's footsteps paused, and he lowered his face slightly: "Grandpa, I am a lone man, where did I come from." ”

"Then what are you doing here in the day?" Su San didn't argue with him either, after all, it was her virtue to respect the old and love the young.

"It's fine, just walk around." Uncle Meng turned around and continued to walk inside.

"Eh, why do you just enter your daughter's boudoir..."Su San stepped forward quickly and stopped Uncle Meng with open hands.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?" Su San opened his apricot eyes and looked at Uncle Meng dissatisfied.

Uncle Meng was not angry, he lowered his head slightly and looked at the little girl in front of him, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I know that there is a guest girl, don't you say to entertain you?" ”

"Oh..."As soon as she heard his words, Su San understood in seconds, she put down her outstretched hands around her chest, and looked at Uncle Meng lazily: "A little ability, are you the secret guard of the palace?" ”

"The status should not be low!"

Uncle Meng just smiled, learned her movements, and put his hands on his chest to let Su San look at him.

Su San glanced at the little ghost behind Uncle Meng and compared it with Uncle Meng in front: "This little ghost... It's your apprentice! looks quite handsome, no worse than a small bun. ”

"Looking at it quietly, it's much cuter than a little bun."

The little ghost seemed to be a little shy by Su San's praise, his cheeks flushed with a hint of redness, and he lowered his head and raised his eyebrows and secretly looked at Su San.

Su San looked back at Uncle Meng again, he didn't look like a restrained person in his dress, especially that face, with a scruffy beard, no matter how you look at it, Qian Feng would not use such a person.

But there are exceptions to everything: "Whoever comes as a guest... But I don't have any ingredients. ”

Uncle Meng scratched his head and turned around to find that it was indeed as she said: "Go find Lao Liu." ”

"Uncle Liu in the kitchen?" Su San raised his eyebrows.

"Do you still know other Lao Liu in this palace?" Uncle Meng glanced at her meaningfully.

"Old fox" Su San scolded secretly, and couldn't help but be a little nervous, this old man seemed to know everything.

"Don't want to entertain?" Uncle Meng walked to the door, looked back at Su San, and said jokingly.

"Impossible." Su San snorted and strode forward: "I don't know what the old man's taste is!" ”

"I'm okay, the taste is a bit on the heavy side... The little ghost doesn't eat spicy, you just look at a few things, and our grandfather is not a picky eater. ”

When several people came to the kitchen again, Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu were sitting at the table in the courtyard, Uncle Liu was drinking tea, and Aunt Liu was taking a nap in the sun, and the picture looked very comfortable.

"Lao Liu."

It's a pity that this beautiful picture was ruined by Uncle Meng who came, so Su San glared at him fiercely.

Uncle Meng laughed heartily and walked to the table with steady steps.

Uncle Liu turned over an empty cup fluently: "Old Meng, let's be gluttonous again!" ”

Uncle Meng took the teacup and drank it all: "Haha, I'm not here to find you now, I'm here to borrow your ingredients." ”

"Oh?" Uncle Liu looked at Su San behind him, there was no surprise on his face, he retracted his gaze and looked at Uncle Meng again: "What do you want to borrow, how can you pay it back?" ”

"You old mallet, I'll be polite to borrow it, you really want to borrow me." When Uncle Meng went up, he hit Uncle Liu directly.

Uncle Liu didn't dodge, he took this hit squarely, and Aunt Liu, who saw it on the side, was amused and distressed: "Lao Meng, you can do it, be careful that the prince comes back to treat you." ”

"I'm going to be afraid of him? Hmph, he still has to call Uncle when he sees me, hurry up, go find some ingredients for our chef and get a table, let's have a few cups. ”

Uncle Meng rubbed his hands: "Our brothers haven't drunk for a long time, so let's compare and contrast today." ”

"Do you have to make a whole high?" Uncle Liu stood up and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm taking you as an example, and you should feel honored as the goal of my study, as if I forced you." Uncle Meng touched his nose and straightened his back.

"How many years have passed, and it's still that virtuous." Uncle Liu shook his head and looked at Su San: "Go in and have a look, and get some snacks for this uncle." ”

The two of them entered the house on their own feet.

"The little girl is very talented, and the dishes on the table just now don't look like they can be made at your age."

Uncle Liu picks and chooses ingredients, most of which are mainly green vegetables.

Su San looked at the situation and simply walked in front of the remaining fishery, looked at the fresh fishery in front of him and looked at Uncle Liu: "That master doesn't eat meat?" ”

"He..." Uncle Liu looked down at the green food in his hand, and squeaked for a while.