Feng Lige snorted coldly and withdrew his hand, "Don't be afraid of itching, you should always be afraid of being hot." ”

"......" Hua Zheng thought of the heat of steaming buns, and she made a bitter face, "Brother pineapple, is there any other way to get rid of poison." ”

"Nope." I won't tell you if I do. "Remove the pineapples."

"I don't." Hua Zheng rolled his eyes, "Unless you tell me that there is any way to remove poison and not need to be steamed in a steamer." ”

"Nope." As far as her poison is concerned, it would be nice to be able to solve it.

"Then I'll keep calling you pineapple." She sat up, a little dizzy.

Feng Lige narrowed her peach blossom eyes, "You're not afraid, I'll give you a hard time in another way?" ”

"I was wrong." The zither bowed his head spinelessly.

“……”

When the painting zither raised his eyes again, Feng Lige was gone.

"What, don't say hello when you go."

He touched his hungry belly, jumped off the carpet on the edge of the bed, put on his shoes and was about to look for something to eat.

Feng Lige reappeared with a lacquer plate, and the painting zite sniffed, staring at the steaming bowl on the lacquer plate.

"What's in your hand, it smells so good."

Feng Lige closed the door and walked into the house with a lacquer plate.

"Go back and sit under the covers."

“…… Oh. "For the sake of food, I'll listen to you once.

Feng Lige filled a bowl of porridge, this was the porridge he had boiled with his own hands, and he left suddenly just now because he remembered that the porridge was cooked.

The painting kite crawled into the quilt with his little short legs, "Where's Daddy?" ”

"The head of the Baili family just left the courtyard, and I don't know where to go."

Hua Zheng nodded, stretched out his hand to take the porridge bowl handed over by Feng Lige, and sniffed it, "The cook in the house is really good, the porridge cooked is so fragrant." "Then she will have a blessed mouth.

Feng Lige's peach blossom eyes raised slightly, and glanced at her, "I cooked the porridge." ”

Hua Zheng looked at him in surprise, "He looks like he is top-notch, he is one meter eight tall, and his porridge is so fragrant, Brother Pineapple is really good." ”

Originally, the words that praised him earlier sounded very pleasant, but this title ......

Feng Lige reached out and took the porridge bowl in her hand, "Don't eat any more nonsense." ”

"Hey, can't I say it if I don't say it?" The painting Zheng stared at the bowl of porridge in his hand.

Feng Lige glanced at her greedy cat appearance, and couldn't help but smile, "Call me something." ”

"Pineapple ......"

"Huh?"

"Brother Feng, I want to drink porridge."

"That's pretty much it." He put the porridge bowl in her hand and reminded, "It's still after eating." ”

Hua Zheng nodded violently: "En, thank you, Brother Pineapple." ”

“……”

"Draw a kite, who are you talking to?" Mrs. Baili was stunned as soon as she walked into the wing, "Lord Fenggu? Isn't it a zither body......"

"Mrs. Baili, it's okay to draw a kite." Feng Lige said lightly.

"Mother, Brother Pineapple is here to deliver porridge." He scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

Mrs. Baili smiled and walked into the house, "Lord Fenggu really has a heart, thank you for taking care of the painting kite so much." ”

Feng Lige bowed, "Madame is polite." ”

Mrs. Baili sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth with a silk handkerchief, and asked Feng Lige, "I don't know if the Lord of Fenggu has an intention?" ”

Hua Zheng raised his eyes to look at Mrs. Baili, and then at Feng Lige, who happened to look at him too.

"Not yet."

"That's great!" Mrs. Baili smiled, and the painting kite looked at her smile, and her heart was a little hairy.

"Mother, people are still single, why are you so happy."