Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

She was walking down the street and was about to go home.

But beside him, a group of young masters galloping galloping horses passed by.

She was startled and quickly stepped back to avoid it.

This kept the skirt from getting muddy.

Xie Yinxiang was looking at them suspiciously.

"Where are these people going?"

Suddenly, a young master at the front turned his horse's head and ran towards her.

Through the misty rain, she could see clearly that it was Jiang Xiaoran.

Jiang Xiaoran galloped to her side and stopped the horse.

"Young Master Jiang, why are you..." She was interrupted before she could finish her sentence.

"Xie Yinxiang, I don't have time to explain so much to you now. Remember what I said, stay at home by yourself, and don't come out when the city is unstable these days."

Xie Yinxiang looked at him blankly.

"Where are you going?"

Jiang Xiaoran flicked his whip, turned his horse's head, and galloped away.

Only one sentence is left: "Save people!"

Xie Yinxiang froze in place, staring at his figure until he disappeared.

She was a little surprised.

Jiang Xiaoran used to see her as a ignorant and incompetent son.

Eating, drinking and having fun.

In the current epidemic, he still has such a mind?

Xie Yinxiang came back to her senses, there was no one on the street.

She suddenly regretted it.

Fang Cai didn't have time to tell him to take care.

...

On the mountain, the drizzle was hazy, and the sky was dim.

The cold wind froze for a while.

The soldiers were shivering with cold.

But fortunately, Gu Nuoer had already made arrangements.

She let those officers and soldiers who made mistakes cook hot porridge in advance.

One bowl per person can both fill the stomach and warm the body.

The little guy just instructed them again, throwing a bunch of potatoes and sweet potatoes voluntarily given by the villagers into the fire and roasting them.

She didn't rest for a moment, holding a big oil-paper umbrella in her two hands.

Watching the soldiers carry the herbs she wanted one by one.

The little guy checked every bag carefully.

Then teach them to boil water.

"After it's boiled, the soldiers will all drink a bowl first!"

Kongjue saw that she was working really hard.

Bring the peeled toasted corn kernels over here.

"Sister, eat a little and rest."

The little guy just felt hungry now.

She blinked her long eyelashes, her watery eyes were big, dark and lustrous.

"Seventh brother, thank you acridine, I just feel empty in my stomach."

I haven't eaten anything since this morning.

Kongjue smiled and held an umbrella for her.

The little guy held the bowl by himself and scooped the corn kernels with a spoon to eat.

The fragrant corn is even more fragrant after being roasted.

Gu Nuo'er had a great time eating.

Kongjue saw her small pink cheeks bulging along with the bite movement.

Very cute.

He couldn't help but smile gently: "Eat slowly, I'll peel a sweet potato for you later."

"it is good!"

At this moment, Kongjue's peripheral vision caught a cold look in his eyes.

He looked up, and Ye Siming was walking towards them with an oiled paper bag in his hand.

Ye Siming was far away, but he had already seen Kong Jue's smile on his face.

He sneered in his heart.

The stinky monk, smiling like a flower, is really annoying.

Gu Nuo'er's small nose was pointed, and she smelled the aroma of meat.

"Brother Siming, what is it?"

Ye Siming pursed his lips and handed over the oiled paper bag.

"Beggar Chicken."

Kongjue was stunned: "Bought it?"

Ye Siming gave him a cold look: "Where did I buy it? Naturally, I caught a pheasant and made it myself."

Gu Nuoer quickly stretched out her little hand: "Brother Siming, I want to eat."

When Ye Siming looked down at the little guy, the cold look in his eyes faded a lot, and he changed to a light smile that was not easily detectable.

"Are you hungry?"