Seeing that the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, Wen Cha hesitated for a moment and rejected Yan Ze's proposal, "My family lives far away, and I have to climb the mountain road, so I can't go for the time being, I plan to spend one night in the shop tonight, and I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

Yan Ze's brows tightened, he didn't expect the little girl to live so far away, usually she came before dawn, didn't she sleep at night?

Thinking about it like this, he felt even more uncomfortable, and he complained more about her family in his heart.

"It's okay if you can't go," Yan Ze turned to look at her, and said slowly: "There is a yard behind my shop, which is specially designed to deal with rainy days, if you don't mind......"

Wen Cha: "......" Is this an invitation for her to come and live? emmm……

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yan Ze whispered, "The house is very clean."

Warm tea: "......"

"If you're hungry and have a stove, I'll cook for you."

Wen Cha: "......" lonely men and widows, still staying in the same courtyard, what kind of system, of course, is a refusal.

“…… No hassle, I could actually stay here......"

Yan Ze was a little disappointed, but he quickly cheered up and continued: "At night, if someone nearby knows that you are in the shop, I am afraid that there will be trouble, you little girl should be careful."

Wen Cha: "......", which blind person dares to provoke her? All those with bad intentions were dragged out and chopped up as flower fertilizer.

"Let's go together." Yan Ze looked into her eyes and persuaded her earnestly.

Wen Cha helplessly held his forehead, he was very taboo about his pig killing shop, and he didn't want to go in at all.

She shook her head resolutely and resolutely, "Thank you Brother Yan for your kindness, I still want to stay alone." ”

Yan Ze: "......"

Seeing that the lobbying failed, he didn't say anything more, turned around and braved the rain and went back to the pig killing shop, and began to clean up the remaining pork on the board.

Wen Cha stood at the door and looked at him twice, intending to close the door and return to his flower pot to recuperate.

Yan Ze packed up his things, took out a piece of pork belly and made it into a dumpling in the yard behind the meeting, and put down most of the pot of noodles bought from the rice noodle shop in the morning, divided them into a small bowl and a sea bowl, poured a few spoonfuls of cheeks on them, and took them out to find warm tea in the rain.

Wen Cha was already ready to go to bed at this time, when he heard a knock on the door and opened the door, he saw Yan Ze coming in with two bowls of noodles, his face was green.

"Brother Yan, this is-"

"Eat." Yan Ze bypassed her, put the noodles on the tent table, sat down directly, and mixed the noodles for her by himself, "Even if you eat less, you can't stop eating." ”

Wen Cha: "......" Who is she provoking and provoking whom? How did you get such a big plague god?

"What's wrong?" Yan Ze saw that she couldn't come, thinking that she was shy, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, "It's all worthless things, you don't have to feel that you owe me a favor, come here." ”

Warm tea: Can "......" not pass? She doesn't want to have diarrhea......

Seeing that she had not moved, Yan Ze frowned, "You don't believe in my craftsmanship?" ”

Wen Cha swallowed, "...... Of course not......"

"Come here."

Wen Cha moved over slowly, sat beside Yan Ze, and looked at the noodle bowl slowly, but he didn't take chopsticks.

"What's wrong?" Yan Ze stuffed the chopsticks into her hand and asked, "Afraid that I will be poisoned?"

"Nope." Wen Cha picked up the noodles and took a bite, and after finding that the taste was indeed very good, he couldn't help but take the second and third bites, Yan Ze looked at her on the side for a while, and buried his head in eating his own.

The face is still too greasy, and after eating a third of the warm tea, the body can't stand it, Yan Ze saw this, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, he couldn't eat a small bowl, wasn't there something wrong with the little girl's body?

"I really can't eat it." Wen Cha opened his big black eyes, looked at him pitifully, and pleaded, "Can I stop eating?"

Yan Ze's heart softened when she saw it, and he couldn't help but rub her head, and he didn't force her like before, "If you can't eat it, you won't eat it." ”

He poured the rest of her noodles into his bowl and ate them in a few bites.

Wen Cha: "......" eating her leftovers or something, is it serious?

After eating, Yan Ze packed up the dishes and chopsticks and went back to wash the dishes, while Wen Cha covered his stomach and went to the toilet in the back.

The fresh and fragile little fairy like a white lotus really can't afford a little worldly fireworks.

After pulling it to dehydration, the whole demon of Wencha was wasted, and he lay motionless on the table.

Yan Ze came in with the futon in a hurry, saw her pale face, her face changed slightly, put the futon on the ground, and reached out to touch her forehead, "Is there something uncomfortable?" ”

Wen Cha shook his head and said without blinking, "I want to sleep."

"Right away." Yan Ze put the futon on the ground, hesitated, stood up and walked in front of her, bent down to pick her up, and carefully placed it in the futon.

When he wrapped her in the quilt and tucked the corners of the quilt, Wen Cha said something that made him very sad, "You stink so much, it smells so bad." ”

Yan Ze: "......"

"The smell of blood...... Sweat smell...... Smell of oil smoke...... It stinks...... Disliked......"

Yan Ze's complexion changed, and the hand on the corner of the quilt inadvertently let go.

Wen Cha lifted his eyelids to look at him in a daze, his head was still a little unclear, and he asked, "Why are you ...... Still not leaving? ”

"I'll leave right away." Yan Ze looked at her sleepy appearance, and wanted to touch her face with his hand, but as soon as his hand was raised, he put it down again, the expression on his face changed several times, and finally regained his composure and walked back to his pig killing shop.

The gentle sound of the door closing made Wen Cha open her eyes, she sighed lowly, began to count the remaining money in her hand, and prepared to run away.

After only looking at the store for a few days, she ran into someone who couldn't get rid of it, how unlucky was she?

She opened the window and placed the small porcelain bottle in her arms under the lattice, hoping to get some rootless water the next morning.

The next morning, the warm tea got up a little late, the rain outside stopped, and the shouting and shouting were loud for a long time, she opened her eyes in a daze, and found herself lying on the ground, and ran to see the rootless water on the window edge without wearing shoes.

Wen Cha put away the porcelain vase, bent down to put away the futon on the ground, and planned to return it to Yan Ze, walked to the door, looked at the dust on the futon, she stopped again, cleaned it up with spiritual power, and then walked out.

Yan Ze had already opened the door, cutting the meat according to the customer's needs with a serious face, and he swept warm tea in the afterglow, his face did not change, he lowered his eyes, and did not speak.

Wen Cha hesitated for a moment and put the futon back down, intending to thank him when he was free.

After the rain, the air was very fresh, Wen Cha moved the flowers out one by one, and the flowers that were competing to open attracted the attention of many people.

Business was very good on this day, the customers of warm tea were not interrupted, and Yan Ze was also busy until noon before he had a moment to rest.

Wen Cha took the futon to the door and returned it to him.

"Brother Yan, thank you so much yesterday." She also gave him a pot of blooming jasmine.

Yan Ze glanced at the jasmine in her hand and didn't speak, Wen Cha lowered his head and smiled, "Jasmine is very fragrant, and the flowering period is long, it is most suitable to be placed by the window to bask in the sun, and it can also kill insects." ”

"Put it down." Yan Ze whispered.

"Okay." Wen Cha put the pot of jasmine into his hand, "You must take good care of it, I'm going to get busy." ”

Yan Ze looked at the jasmine that had opened five or six flowers, and there was no expression on his face.

After he put the jasmine away, he put the quilt into the house, and an inconvenient fragrance of camellia suddenly permeated his nose, and he frowned, could it be that she still hid flowers in the quilt?

Both quilts have the fragrance of camellia, which is very light but smells very good.

Yan Ze remembered the two red camellias on her bun, those two flowers had not been changed since she came, could it be the fragrance of those two flowers?

Yan Zemo was holding the futon, and he was suspicious.

Two flowers, it is impossible to have such a fragrance, and there are only two pots of packaged camellia in her flower shop, where does the fragrance of tea flowers come from?