Donghua suddenly didn't know how to comfort Fengjiu. At this time, he said, "Your mother actually lives next door to you." Didn't this indirectly expose the little fox? It’s inappropriate, it’s really inappropriate!

Fortunately, Feng Jiu has always had a good personality, and her emotions come and go quickly. He went quickly because Gungun asked, "Dad, can you please invite Jiuge to sit in the small courtyard where we live later?" So the whole family looked at Donghua longingly, hoping that he would give him an answer. The answer is yes.

Donghua heard everything the mother and son said in the garden, so he secretly wondered why Gungun had such a clear and exquisite heart, knowing his mother's thoughts and wanting to be satisfied without leaving any trace. Her mother's wish was really not like that of a little fairy child who was less than two hundred years old. Perhaps, this was inherited from him? Or are there more noobs?

When Donghua finally nodded, Gungun smiled at Fengjiu with his eyes full of pride, and the pomegranate in his mouth could hardly be contained, as if he was asking for credit from his mother. Feng Jiu also turned the rain into sunshine and scooped a spoonful of pomegranate for herself. The sweet, sour and juicy pomegranate made her smile. She also pretended to wipe her sweat and secretly wiped it on before she could do it. A few drops of tears.

Seeing that Gungun had just spit out the pomegranate seeds in his mouth, she took a spoonful of them and filled Gungun's little mouth with a handful of red pomegranates. Ever since Gungun turned 100, he has done almost everything by himself. It is a bit flattering to have his mother feed him in person, but he is also very happy.

Donghua was most happy to see the mother and son happy. He held a bowl of tea in his hands and almost forgot whether he wanted to drink the tea or put it down, so he took another sip before putting the bowl down again. When he got to the table, Fu rested his head on his hands and watched with interest as the two of them ate the pomegranates he had peeled with his own hands, smiling slightly from the bottom of his heart.

Feng Jiu scooped up another full spoonful of pomegranates, raised her hand, and involuntarily reached out to Donghua. Seeing that the spoon was about to reach Donghua's eyes, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

On the surface, she is Jiuge and he is Zigui. They are just slightly familiar immortal friends. This approach is really inappropriate.

Donghua saw that the pomegranate that was about to reach his mouth suddenly changed its route. Fengjiu hurriedly handed the bowl with the pomegranate to him and put the spoon back into the bowl. In the rush, The red pomegranate grains fell like big and small beads on the jade plate, scattering on half of the table.

Seeing that Donghua kept looking at her without saying anything, she picked up the spoon and scooped out some pomegranates. She also leaned the spoon on the bowl and brought the bowl to his mouth with both hands.

"You..."

"What am I?"

"You should eat some too!"

"Okay!"< /p>

He took the bowl obediently, and his fingertips accidentally touched her delicate hand, and a numb feeling surged from his heart. Looking at her again, her face flushed instantly. He couldn't bear to tease her any more, so he put the pomegranate on the spoon into his mouth, sweet! So sweet! Everywhere is sweet!

He pushed the bowl back, "Eat some more if you like, and I'll peel it for you!" "I can't eat any more, I just ate an apple, and I'll become fat again!"

"Just do whatever you like!" He just wanted her to live freely and do whatever she wanted.

As long as she is happy, he will be happy!

At this time, the store owner came out of the bamboo building, holding two bamboo baskets in his hands and placing one on the table. Before Donghua could ask, the store owner left in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, two large baskets were placed in front of him.

"Shopkeeper, this is..."

The shopkeeper said cheerfully: "These are all produced at my home, so don't be polite. I just gave you so much money, the three of you Just drink some tea and eat some fruit, it's more than enough."

As he spoke, he put the things in the basket on the table and introduced them like a treasure trove, "These are home-beaten pecans. It's dried bamboo shoots, dried shrimps, water shield, lotus root starch..." With two baskets full of delicacies, Feng Jiu explained the cooking methods of these ingredients one by one. Donghua knew that one day in the future, she would personally cook it for him.

There is also a basket of peaches just picked this morning.

There is also a small basket, which contains the finest Yuqian Longjing, Mingqian Longjing and Zhuyeqing, each packed in small ceramic jars. Tea is one of Donghua's favorites. The store realized that Donghua Tea knows how to make tea, so naturally they brought out their best products.

Feng Jiu thanked the shopkeeper, acting like a hostess, which was very natural and appropriate. When Donghua saw it, her heart was as sweet as honey, "This little fox refuses to admit that he has seen through his identity. In actual actions, she has become the hostess involuntarily, and she may not even realize it yet!"

However, Gungun doesn't seem so happy!

"It's all what you like, not mine." I heard him muttering in a low voice.

"The one you like is behind the bamboo building. You guys go and have a look?"

Gungun pulled Fengjiu and ran behind the bamboo building.

Donghua was counting silently in his mind. Before he could count to ten, the mother and son exclaimed "Wow~~".

"Dad, come and see, there are many toys here, all made of bamboo!"

"I know! You go ahead and play, I will be here soon!" He He responded in a loud voice, but he still had the composure of the Lord of Heaven and Earth.

With the store owner’s permission to “use whatever you want”, Donghua picked the bamboo that he liked the most and started working on it at the bamboo table. While listening to the mother and son laughing and playing, they kept working hard, and soon they went to the back of the bamboo building with the results.

Recalling the melodious bamboo flute sound, Feng Jiu and Gungun saw Donghua coming, and they ran towards her together. Seeing the admiring looks in Fengjiu and Gungun's eyes, Donghua remembered that he had never shown off this skill in front of Fengjiu before!

“You can also play the bamboo flute?” Feng Jiu looked surprised.

He didn’t answer. Of course, there’s no need to ask. Haven’t you seen it all? He was just more proud and didn't stop until he played the complete song of "Sauvignon Blanc". He handed the bamboo flute to Feng Jiu, "I made it for you, see if you like it?" "I like it!" Yes, she liked everything about him, and she liked it even more when it was made specially for her by his own hands. She saw that the character "Nine" was carved on the bamboo flute.

Seeing Gungun’s slightly disappointed look at the side, Donghua waved his sleeves, and two things appeared on Gungun’s little hand: a bamboo dragonfly and a bamboo man. Instantly, a smile filled Gungun's face. Donghua raised his hand to scratch Gungun's nose and said with a smile, "Daddy did it for you too! Go play for a while. It's getting late and I'll go back later." "

"Then daddy, come with us!"

"Okay, daddy, come with you!"

Bursts of laughter came from behind the bamboo building.

The world (gods) may not be able to imagine that Donghua, the former Lord of Heaven and Earth, was carrying a large bamboo basket on his back and two large bamboo baskets outside. He was followed by a graceful lady on the left and a beautiful lady on the right. Following a handsome young man down the mountain along the path.

Like it. Gun Gun said that when he lived in the mortal village, on market days, those families with better financial status would go to the market to eat and hang out together, and then take home the things they bought at the market. The people who carry and carry heavy loads are usually fathers. Therefore, Donghua carried something that could be taken back by himself with a magic spell, and walked through the market in a daze, which made Xiao Gungun very happy.

The Pillow Book of Three Lives and Three Worlds Extra 110 Our Little Secret

The Pillow Book of Three Lives and Three Worlds Extra 109 Donghua will start a tea ceremony class again after two hundred years, and it will be a small stove for professionals