Are idols so fond of fans?

Lan Xiaoqing subconsciously wanted to tear off her coat and return it to Mu Xian, but at that moment, her cold hand touched a warm finger, clean and slender.

Ah, she withdrew her hand like an electric shock, feeling a heat on her face: "Your hand is so warm, I didn't ice you." ”

"You know your hands are cold?" Mu Xian generously withdrew his hand, "You can put on your clothes, it's not early, I'll send you home." ”

"No, no, no!" Lan Xiaoqing immediately ripped off her clothes and stuffed them back into Mu Xian's hand, "It's so late, if people see me wearing your clothes and going back to my house with you, maybe others will think." It's not good for your reputation. ”

After saying that, he trotted away without giving him a chance to breathe, and disappeared into the twilight in a short time.

Mu Xian smiled, looked down at the finger that touched the little girl just now, it seemed that there was still a little bit of her coolness, this little girl, she was afraid of having a bad reputation for him, shouldn't she be more worried about herself?

But when it came to this, he didn't think about it just now.

*

Lan Xiaoqing ran home all the way without stopping, and Lan Erlang, who was waiting at the door, was in a hurry when he saw her: "Why did you come home so late, if it weren't for the fear that you wouldn't see your father when you returned home, your father would have gone out to find you a long time ago." ”

Lan Xiaoqing touched her cheeks, which were still hot, and felt that everything that had just happened was unreal. What are you kidding, she has lived for two lifetimes, I haven't watched any novels and TV series about love in my previous life, and I actually blush because I touched a finger of the male god.

Is she going to finish it?

"Dad, am I too vegetable?"

"What?"

"Do you think I'm a straw bale?"

“……？？” She didn't listen to her worries at all, and she came back from Mu Xian, it must have happened there, Lan Erlang felt that he was so unvalued, he couldn't even compare to a foreign man, and he didn't say a word, and entered the kitchen with aggrieved red eyes.

It wasn't until Lan Erlang left that Lan Xiaoqing came back to his senses and was sad again. Fortunately, the cheap father was very coaxing, she only said that she listened to Mu Xian's reading and listened to the gods, and memorized a few paragraphs of the Analects on the spot, using the correct sentence, and sent Lan Erlang away.

Even Lan Erlang praised after hearing this: "Mu Xian is really a piece of reading material." ”

*

For a person like Lan Xiaoqing who can make pork skin jelly, it is already very successful to make one to one and a half pounds of pork skin.

But Lan Erlang is really very talented, and he actually succeeded in making two catties of pigskin jelly for one pound of pigskin, which means that under his skillful hands, the same raw materials he made can earn ten more cents than Lan Xiaoqing's!

If you have five catties of pigskin, you will earn an extra fifty yuan! On this day, it was enough for a man in the prime of life to do ten days of heavy work.

If it weren't for the unreasonable in this era, Lan Xiaoqing really wanted to rush up and hug Lan Erlang's thighs tightly, uncle, is there a lack of hangers, the kind that hangs on the legs bulingbuling?

However, compared to the excitement written on Lan Xiaoqing's face, Lan Erlang's mood was a little depressed: "Qingqing, what can we do if we can't sell it at once?" The chef of the restaurant may have figured it out. ”

"Impossible!" Lan Xiaoqing was confident, "Even if the chef has some talent, it is impossible to make it in such a short time, Dad, you just wait for the business to come to you." ”

Coincidentally, as soon as Lan Xiaoqing's words were finished, someone outside shouted: "May I ask if this is Lan Erlang's home?" ”