"Girl, I'm back!"
Sun Hao walked over with a plate of cherries.
Each cherry, the size of a baby's fist, is red in the black and exudes an attractive luster.
A glance makes people salivate.
Seeing this scene, Huang Rumeng's expression stagnated.
A memory flooded into my mind.
"You wild species, how can you be qualified to eat spirit fruit, bring it to me!"
"That's it, a different kind. Lingguo doesn't have your share. Give it to me!"
Immediately afterwards, Huang Rumeng was pushed to the ground by a group of children, with a bruised nose and swollen face, and even the spirit fruit in his hand was snatched away.
"No... don't hit me."
Huang Rumeng put his hands on his head, his face full of pain.
"Girl, sad past, go with the wind!"
Sun Hao's voice awakened Huang Rumeng.
Huang Rumeng quickly got up from his seat, stepped aside, lowered his head, and said nothing.
"Girl, eat some cherries first!"
After Sun Hao finished speaking, he sent the fruit plate to Huang Rumeng.
Huang Rumeng looked at Sun Hao, then at the fruit tray, biting his lip, not daring to move.
After seeing Sun Hao signaled several times.
Only then did Huang Rumeng grab two cherries and put them in his mouth, for fear of someone taking them away.
After swallowing, seeing Sun Hao didn't say much, he continued to grab and gulped.
Endless spiritual power, galloping in her body.
Her expression stagnated, and a memory of her practice surged.
She subconsciously sat down and began to refine.
After a while.
Huang Rumeng opened his eyes and his face was full of shock.
"What kind of spiritual fruit is this, so powerful!"
"How do I know this? Who am I?"
"The son is so good to me, why should I think about it?"
Huang Rumeng muttered, looking at Sun Hao's gaze, full of gratitude.
"Girl, take a rest first, I'll cook!" Sun Hao said.
Huang Rumeng's voice was as small as a mosquito.
"Girl, what's the matter?" Sun Hao said.
"My... my son, I... let me help you!" Huang Rumeng said.
Sun Hao nodded and took Huang Rumeng into the kitchen together.
Next, Huang Rumeng moved Sun Hao in amazement.
I saw that she was proficient in washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, washing and cooking rice.
Although his cooking skills are not as good as himself, he is at least a master.
"If there is always such a helper, the cooking speed will at least double!"
"It seems that this little girl has suffered hardly!"
Sun Hao looked at Huang Rumeng's back and muttered to himself.
Next, Huang Rumeng burned the fire, and Sun Hao showed off his cooking skills.
Huang Rumeng held a piece of wood and froze in place.
This wood is blood-red, dense in texture, and exudes a faint fragrance.
Lines run through the wood.
"Sandalwood Fairy Wood."
Huang Rumeng blurted out, standing stupidly.
Although she didn't know what it was, she told her in her heart that it was nothing but simple.
Huang Rumeng took out other wood and started to burn.
She watched Sun Hao's cooking movements, and she was completely stunned.
Every movement of Sun Hao is completely natural, and it is too beautiful to describe.
The dishes prepared are crystal clear, full of color, fragrance.
Huang Rumeng watched secretly and wrote down every movement.
Soon, the food is ready.
When he came to the dining table, Huang Rumeng stood by.
"Girl, sit down and eat together."
"If the girl doesn't dislike it, in the future, she will treat this place as her own home, so don't be so restrained!" Sun Hao said.
"The son... the son!"
In Huang Rumeng's eyes, tears were brewing, and she was deeply moved.
"Eat! You are welcome!"
"Girl, why hide your ears? If you can tie your hair and expose your ears, it will look even better!"
The words came out.
Huang Rumeng's expression stagnated.
A memory struck.
"Also said you are not a monster, with such strange ears!"
"Yes! It's time to cut her ears!"
Thinking of this, two lines of tears slipped down Huang Rumeng's eyes.
"Girl, don't cry, don't take my words seriously, eat, don't get cold." Sun Hao said.
"My... my son, thank... thanks!"
Huang Rumeng ate silently, looking at Sun Hao from time to time.
In the eyes, the touched spirit shines from time to time.
When Sun Hao glanced over, she quickly lowered her head again.
Huang Rumeng did not speak, and Sun Hao did not speak.
The two of them ate in silence without saying a word.
"My son, I'll wash the dishes!"
Just put down the bowls and chopsticks, only to see Huang Rumeng quickly tidy up.
Clean the table, wash the dishes, clean the floor...
There is no need to worry about Sun Hao.
Sun Hao stared at this scene blankly, feeling strangely moved, and his heart surged.
If there is such a wife, it would be great for them to live a lifetime easily.
"My son, I... Am I doing a bad job?"
Sensing Sun Hao's fiery eyes, Huang Rumeng lowered her head like a little girl doing something wrong.
"No, you did a good job!"
Sun Hao stood up and walked to Huang Rumeng, "Come with me!"
Huang Ru lowered his head and followed Sun Hao closely.
The two came to the pavilion.
Sun Hao pointed to Guqin, "Do you like it?"
"En!" Huang Rumeng nodded.
"If you are willing to learn, I can teach you!" Sun Hao said.
In Huang Rumeng's eyes, the light was shining.
"My son, sit down and I will stand and learn!"
"How can you learn if you don't sit down and play?"
"Ok... well, son!"
After that, Sun Hao began to explain to Huang Rumeng.
Huang Rumeng listened carefully, testing from time to time.
"Rely on natural tension when scratching..."
"The finger has to be picked like this."
"Master, do you think this will work?"
"Then it won't work, son, you...can you take me for a while?"
Huang Rumeng's courage gradually grew.
How can you refuse a beauty request.
Sun Hao held Huang Rumeng's hands and led her to play.
Huang Rumeng followed Sun Hao's movements, playing a beautiful melody.
The two stopped playing until the evening.
"Okay, come here today, go back and rest." Sun Hao said.
"Yes, son!" Huang Rumeng nodded and walked to the other room.
Sun Hao walked back to the room and nodded secretly.
"This girl is a genius who plays, and her talent is not much weaker than mine!"
"Today is a very fulfilling day, I'm afraid it's not too much of a fairy life!"
"If it were like this every day, it would be quite comfortable today!"
"It's time to rest!"
After speaking, Sun Hao walked back to the room, put on his pajamas, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.
the other side.
Huang Rumeng walked back to the room with a happy smile on his face.
She was lying in bed, unable to sleep for a long time.
Finally, she hugged the other pillow on the bed and murmured in her mouth: "My son, you are so kind to me!"
Soon, she also fell asleep.
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