I have to say.

The kung fu of the little noodle melon has reached the point of perfection.

Jun Moyan's stinky black and stinky face is really much better.

The Adam's apple slides and spits out a 'can' word.

The small face rubbed his chest secretly.

An uncle is like a tiger.

When the two of them came to Herunzhi's residence, they found only an older man sweeping the floor with a broom.

"Old uncle, may I ask, is he and Run Gongzi available?"

The old man raised his eyes, held the broom in his armpit, and waved his hand: "I've traveled all over the world, our young master doesn't like to stay in one place often." ”

"Isn't his house here?" The small noodle melon is curious.

"It's not."

"Then why did he buy a house here?" Xiao Mian Gua asked.

"Our young master is rich." This answer is really hateful, and it is really infuriating and unworthy.

"Oh well." The small noodle melon was disappointed, and it seems that he will not be able to drink osmanthus wine in the future.

The old man suddenly stopped her: "Dare to ask you if you are the eighth son?" ”

"Exactly."

The old man took out a letterhead from his cuff: "Our young master asked me to give this to you." ”

The small noodle melon took it.

Jun Moyan's palm immediately covered it: "Yu Xiaoba, open the love letters given to you by other men in front of this king?" ”

Xiao Mian patted his head: "Uncle look first, hehe, uncle look first." ”

Jun Moyan took it apart, swept a line, frowned, and threw it to the little melon in a bad temper.

The heart of the small noodle melon...... Ouch hey, scared straight up.

Could it be that this Brother Herun saw that he was talented and handsome, so he wanted to have such a dewy relationship with himself? Wrote some words of sincere confession?

What can I do?

Xiao Mian Gourd laughed a few times, picked it up and looked at it, and said "wow" happily, which is even more exciting than receiving a love letter.

It turned out to be a recipe for osmanthus brewing!

"So happy to receive his letterhead?" Yes, I almost forgot that there was a vinegar jar next to me.

"Uncle, this is the recipe for osmanthus brewing, uncle, I'm happy that I have a recipe, so that I can make wine for my uncle, as for that and run Gongzi, hehehe, uncle, anyway, I got the recipe, who will remember who he is in the future." It's really not easy for the little noodle melon to please the uncle.

Herun: Well, this is just throwing it away when it's used up? I saw it in the next long.

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Xiaomian Gua took Jun Moyan to the market and bought a lot of things to brew osmanthus wine.

"Hehe, Uncle is really hard for you, and I want you to carry the burden." The little melon hugged his arm: "Is it sinking?" ”

Nowadays, the skin of the small noodle melon is getting thicker and thicker.

I'm used to it in the Burning Country.

I don't feel embarrassed to hug and hug in front of everyone.

Jun Moyan lifted his eyelids and glanced at the small melon hanging on his body, and said faintly: "No amount of baggage is as heavy as you." ”

Xiao Mian Gua smiled: "This shows that I have a heavy weight in my uncle's heart." ”

Jun Moyan curled his lips.

When I got home, I couldn't help but feel better when I listened to the sound of carp playing in the water, the leaves of the trees, and the fragrance of flowers.

This is their home.

"Uncle, let's brew osmanthus wine together, okay?" The small noodle melon is full of interest.

Tomorrow is the beginning of autumn, and she wants to do something meaningful.

"Okay."

The two of them came up to operate according to the formula.

It took nearly two hours to make the osmanthus wine.

Xiao Mian Gua took two tangled wine jars: "Uncle, let's bury the wine jar in the ground, and when we come back, we will dig it up ourselves, okay?" ”