After Wang Xilou left, he left Feng Wuli and Lu Nu looking at each other.

"What's wrong with her?" The wind asked unreasonably.

"Shhh

As an isotope isomorph, she frowned, but she could guess Wang Xilou's emotion of wanting to show off, but pretending to be unable to do it, and then her mood changed like the weather in July, unlike her, she would only feel sorry for her apprentice.

"Come on, little apprentice and I play, I haven't played backgammon in a long time." Luo Nu speaks like Wang Xilou with his own charming filter, and his voice is also shy, and he may be called a dead clip in a few years, but who is not uncommon with a beautiful voice and a delicate voice.

"What's the fun?" The wind is unreasonable, and the interest is lacking.

She cleaned up the othello, the dead clip was high, and dragged Feng Wu's unreasonable hand and sighed: "Just play a few games."

Feng Wuli couldn't stand it anymore, and planned to fight this goblin for hundreds of rounds.

The two of them sat next to the firebox, and under the counter, the slave kept hooking his leg with his foot, and the wind sat unreasonably, and put all the accounts on Wang Xilou.

"I thought it was some kind of big monster, and I dared to make trouble in my little apprentice's land, so I rolled up my sleeves and prepared to him...... Reason with her." Lu Nu plays chess the same as Wang Xilou playing mahjong, pinching the chess pieces and squinting very carefully to observe the overall situation, and occasionally stops on a chess piece with his fingers on a chess piece and breathes heaping for thinking, and then Yu Guang sees whether the wind is unreasonable to pay attention to himself, and if he doesn't pay attention, he quietly moves the chess piece by holding it.

"It's not like it used to be, where are there so many monsters in the city, these people generally know some, but they don't know everything, they are suspicious when there is a stir, and they happen to be able to hook up with people like us, and they are happy to send us money if they can solve it with money, even if they ask for peace of mind."

Although today is really related to the monster, but it is the employer's dog in the park to dig up a little monster's home, the little monster is angry and goes to the dog every day to fight, Feng unreasonably sent the slave up to the little monster to negotiate and settle, just like that, the employer also transferred 20,000 to him.

"Oh, I know!" She deliberately spoke loudly, and then hid an unreasonable chess piece on the grid, which was in the same vein as Wang Xilou.

In winter, it gets dark very quickly, ten minutes ago the clouds in the east are like white scales, I don't know when it was dyed with a layer of golden afterglow, and then it immediately became dark and dull, and I can only judge the traces of the clouds by the faint skylight, and I waited until the street lights in the old street outside clicked to find that it was already so dark just now.

Putting the bicycle back in the garage, he went into the shop with his pocket in his pocket, glanced at the two of them playing backgammon at the counter, and glanced again when he passed by, frowned and said to the slave, "Do you want me to cut off your foot?"

The slave blinked his eyes, and suddenly "shocked", and the whole person stuck to Feng Wuli's body, completely ignoring the blackened face of the ruler, and shouted: "Little apprentice, look at this person, she threatens me!"

Feng Wuli was a little embarrassed, and whispered, "You sit down first, and then she will scold me later."

The slave shrank scowled.

He also stuck out his tongue at the ruler.

Ruler looked at her coldly, "Come with me."

"What? Did I provoke you by recruiting you??" If the slave refuses to obey to death, this person just can't see that he is good with the little apprentice.

There is no market for tsundere!

He opened his mouth and said impatiently, "My phone is broken, help me take a look."

"If you ask me to help you see it, I'm going to show it for you?" The slave has a lot of potential for the development of an old sister-in-law: "Who are you, you?"

Obviously he didn't want to discuss with her, he grabbed her hand directly, and dragged her upstairs, the slave was a head taller than her, and he was dragged to stagger, and kept shouting at the little apprentice to save me, and so on.

Feng Wuli just silently cleaned up the backgammon on the table, and if no one helped, it was equivalent to everyone helping.

He remembered a joke, I'm not a scumbag, I'm just a heart broken into many pieces, each piece falls in love with a different person, and each girl is not satisfied.

Now Wang Xilou himself is broken into many pieces.

After tidying up the backgammon, he went over to spread the incense candles

The roll door was also pulled down, when the door was closed, someone passed by outside the old street, asked if the wind was unreasonable whether it was a holiday, he was polite, and finally the roll door clattered to the ground, originally planned to go upstairs, saw the backyard kitchen Wang Xilou spatula and hot oil pot croaking, garlic slapped into the fragrance bursting out, ready to fry a green vegetable, next to a pot I don't know what to stew.

"What are you going to eat today?" He walked over and asked.

Wang Xilou turned around, this person no longer knew when he walked behind him, and he was secretly eating the stewed taro pig knuckle with two fingers.

"Bad habits." She was angry and hit him on the hand with chopsticks.

"It's a little light."

Feng unreasonably fed half of the leftover taro to Master, Wang Xilou frowned and bit it down.

"Why are you eating so hard, it's just right." That being said, the little zombie *** touched the seasoning again and covered the lid.

I was going to go upstairs and sit, but seeing that the meal was almost over, I made trouble for Wang Xilou in the kitchen.

This person is like a leader inspecting the work, touching here and there, twisting a half-baked green vegetable in a pot to eat secretly, tying a dead knot behind Wang Xilou's scarf that he has no time to clean up for the time being, pinching the dried fish hanging on the pole and not knowing when it will be smoked, asking this and that, Wang Xilou is impatient and has no choice.

Not only dried fish, the kitchen is Wang Xilou's territory, as well as the dried sweet potatoes that she failed to make and didn't have time to deal with, the buds and peppers that she lost for a long time, only Wang Xilou himself can identify, a bunch of bottles and cans of seasoning without labels and marks, maybe she herself will not be able to tell what is inside, every time she uses it, she dips her finger to taste, and when she finds what she wants, she rushes to use it, and the wind is unreasonable to imagine that picture.

Break off a piece and chew it, this dried fish tastes a little surprising, with a rice flavor.

"When was this fish smoked, it doesn't seem to have been smoked last year."

The little zombie looked back at him: "A few days ago, I saw a few fat crucians in the vegetable market, so I bought them back and smoked them to dry."

"How did I not know?" He was surprised.

"You?" Wang Xilou sneered at him, and snorted: "What else do you know besides eating?"

Feng Wuli automatically ignored the unfavorable sound, broke off another piece, and handed it to the little zombie's mouth: "You taste it, I feel good."

"Dirty or not...... Don't mess with my dried fish, take it back to my uncle for the New Year, and give it to me when that stupid cat sees it!"

"It smells like rice."

"That's right!" She was quite proud: "What Master smoked with rice bran is more fragrant than before."

"Did you think of it yourself?"

"Douyin learned."

Wang Xilou suddenly came to his senses: "By the way, you take a video for Master, and Master also sends a Douyin."

"What are you doing with that?" Feng unreasonably had a toothache: "Isn't the circle of friends enough for you to post?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, you take a video of Master cooking."

This person is an old lady who can't be idle and loves to toss.

Feng unreasonably patted her casually, the picture quality is very poor, the smoke is not clear, the picture is just a spoon, there is no value at all, the little zombie himself looked at it and was not interested, it is estimated that it did not achieve the effect in her heart, just like the frustration of an adolescent boy who first realized his hairstyle and dress, and bought gel water and a perm stick but couldn't make the effect of the teaching video at all.

It is not ruled out that she will be tossing blindly in the future.

The wind unreasonably picked up the flowers in the yard, among which the plum blossoms that did not grow tall bloomed best, and did not need to be pruned, he folded one and planned to find a vase to insert, Wang Xilou flower arrangement is very good-looking, she twisted a few flowers casually, arbitrarily placed has a sense of beauty, the wind is unreasonable can not do, but Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching, fold a favorite plum blossom, insert the bottle or place.

Someone in front of the courtyard shouted Wang Xilou, Wang Xilou sighed, covered the pot and turned off the fire, and planned to untie the apron with her back hand, but she was in a hurry and couldn't untie it, and she turned her head and glared at the wind that tossed the flowers in the yard with an unreasonable look.

Out of the courtyard, it was a woman in her forties, who married in her early years and went to other places, and was about to return to old age for the Chinese New Year

The street is returned to the province, probably not back for the New Year, the wind unreasonably recognizes her, after all, she will see her every year, go to relatives, come to the incense candle shop to sit here, Wang Xilou led her into the backyard to sit, greetings, sighs, brought a lot of biscuits and fruits, Wang Xilou asked her to take it back, the woman just laughed, said that she would be overjoyed when she was happy before, since she got married, she would come to Wang Xilou every year when she returned to the province.

The woman looked at the plum blossom in the yard, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "It's still your flower that blooms beautifully."

Her home is in the old street, Ding Xingwang is a rich and noble family, there is also a yard, also carried some flowers, one of the plum blossoms was sent by Wang Xilou in the nineties, she made two plants at that time, and it is also very good to raise casually, every year at home for the New Year will cut a branch, inserted in the main hall, the grandmother at home is a northerner, always say "plug in the plum blossom is the year."

At that time, she only knew that the flower was very good-looking, the family had a large population, and it was always very noisy every New Year, her mother and aunt were busy with the New Year's dinner, and a few juniors were noisy in the courtyard, or ran to the kitchen to steal the New Year's dinner, and the grandmother was happy to fold a plum blossom down, inserted it into the clay pot, and placed it on the table in the main hall, and ran in from the outside to see it as soon as she entered the door, and she married to the field in the millennium, and when she came back near the New Year, she entered the door and saw the plum blossoms inserted on the crockpot on the desk in the main hall, and she knew that it was the New Year. Later, my grandmother died, my uncle and aunt passed away one after another, it has been more than ten years, this year when I returned to the province to enter the old house, there was no plum blossom on the table in the main hall, she went into the yard, folded one, washed the crockpot and inserted it in the main hall, the old house was shining, the house was in spirit, but it was always a little lonely - the courtyard was full of joy during the New Year.