Zhao Qishan didn't seem to dislike the stinky chicken manure at all, and scattered it on the ground little by little.

After sprinkling, some people looked at Han Yingxue and said, "Xue'er, I've got it done!"

Han Yingxue replied lightly.

"Cher, where are you going?" Zhao Qishan saw Han Yingxue turn around and leave, and asked a little anxiously. Xue'er still has a cold attitude towards him, and is she still angry with him?

"Go into the kitchen and get some grass ash out."

"Oh!" Zhao Qishan hurriedly followed Han Yingxue's steps.

When planting vegetables and fertilizing in the countryside, plant ash will be used, and every time rice is cooked in the stove, a lot will be left.

Han Yingxue took the iron catalpa, squatted in front of the stove hole, and pulled out the ashes of the grass and trees.

"Cher, I'll help you!"

Zhao Qishan couldn't wait to come over to help.

Han Yingxue glanced at Zhao Qishan, handed him the iron tree, and said, "Okay, you come!"

Zhao Qishan happily took the iron catalpa, learned from Han Yingxue, squatted in front of the stove hole, and went out to dig out the ashes of grass and wood.

In front of the small stove, there were two people crowded.

As soon as Zhao Qishan squatted down, his tall body occupied this small place.

Han Yingxue was very close to him at the moment.

Zhao Qishan felt that the tip of his nose was filled with a faint fragrance, which emanated from Han Yingxue's body as if it were nothing.

"Xue'er......" Zhao Qishan turned his head and looked at Han Yingxue, wanting to say something.

Zhao Qishan turned his head unexpectedly, his lips gently brushing her cheeks.

It's a little cool.

Han Yingxue's heart trembled.

"Cher, I'm ......"

Zhao Qishan was also a little stunned.

"What are you, don't you dig up the ashes quickly!" Han Yingxue glared at Zhao Qishan unhappily.

"Oku......"

Zhao Qishan stretched out his head, next to the stove hole, and the other hand was busy in the stove hole.

After a while, a lot of plant ash was taken out.

"Cher, it's alright!"

Zhao Qishan got up and put down the iron catalpa.

Han Yingxue also got up. Even Zhao Qishan's face was stained with a circle of black grass and wood ash, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.

An idiot is really an idiot, just his head is so long, and it's strange that he can't become a flower-faced cat!

"Cher, what's wrong?" Zhao Qishan asked with some puzzlement.

Han Yingxue suddenly smiled inexplicably, which made him feel a little empty.

"Nothing!" Han Yingxue smiled and shook her shoulders.

"Sister! Look what this is! ”

Han Yingwu's cheerful voice came from outside the house.

A few little ghosts, each holding a few lotus flowers in their hands, as well as a lotus canopy.

When a few people saw the ashes on Zhao Qishan's face, they couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong?" This big question mark flashed in Zhao Qishan's head.

"Cousin, wipe your face!" Han Yingxia smiled and handed the towel to Zhao Qishan.

"Huh?"

"Cousin, you're a flower-faced cat! Ha ha! Han Yingwu pointed at Zhao Qishan and laughed.

Zhao Qishan took the towel from Han Yingxia's hand, wiped it gently, and saw that the entire towel was black, and realized what they were laughing at.

Zhao Qishan's head turned to Han Yingxue, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Qishan couldn't help but feel a move.

Cher's smile is so beautiful. Although he has become a flower-faced cat, as long as Cher is happy, it will be fine.

"Look what! Watch out for me gouging out your eyes! Han Yingxue glared at Zhao Qishan dissatisfiedly, and made an eye-gouging gesture with her hands.

Zhao Qishan hurriedly don't look over, how can Xue'er's face change be a matter of a second, and she is still laughing, and she is fierce at this time.

Han Yingxia looked at Zhao Qishan sympathetically, and in order to soothe his injured heart, she handed the lotus canopy in her hand to Zhao Qishan, and said with a sweet smile: "Cousin, this is delicious, give it to you!"