In the Northern Song Dynasty, he started by marrying the eighth daughter of the Su family.

Chapter 271 The Noble Chinese Rural Dog

Halfway through their tea, Han Zhi suddenly slapped his forehead and let out a soft exclamation. Su Zhen wasn't startled, but the two little watermelons in her belly seemed to be, kicking Su Zhen.

So this time, both of them exclaimed in surprise. Su Zhen then patted Han Zhi and scolded him, "Look at you, my lord, so easily startled. What if the baby falls out in fright?"

Han Zhi rubbed his forehead and smiled wryly: "I almost forgot! Isn't Eighth Sister still going to teach Lady Wei today?"

"She won't be coming today, so please don't worry, my lord." Su Zhen gave him a light glare, then touched his belly and said, "I came to the Daxiangguo Temple today to pray for a peace charm, so I granted Yu Ru a day off."

"So that's it."

Su Zhen glanced at Yue Ping, who was lightly tapping the rim of her bowl with her teacups, teasing the little black cat in her arms, and said with a smile: "Where did your enthusiasm for chasing butterflies go?"

As she spoke, she picked up a salted bean and waved it in front of its eyes. Little Black immediately pricked up its ears and turned its nose, but refused to show its head.

Su Zhen couldn't help but laugh when he saw Xiao Hei's appearance. He turned to Han Zhi and said, "My lord, take a look at Xiao Hei. He's usually very naughty, but now he's like a shy little girl."

Han Zhi looked at Xiao Hei and laughed, "This little guy was probably really scared by his own sneeze just now."

At this moment, the tea master came over with a plate of freshly brewed tea and snacks, and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, please try these freshly made plum blossom pastries. They're just out of the oven and still warm."

Having said that, he gently placed the plate on the table. The plum blossom pastry was golden in color, exquisitely shaped, and its sweet aroma instantly filled the air.

As soon as Xiao Hei smelled the aroma, it could no longer restrain itself. It poked its head out from Yue Ping's arms, its eyes fixed on the plum blossom pastry, its tail wagging like a rattle.

Seeing this, Su Zhen picked up a plum blossom pastry, waved it in front of Xiao Hei, then took a small bite and deliberately said, "Hmm, this plum blossom pastry is really sweet and delicious. Xiao Hei, you can't have any."

Little Black whimpered anxiously, pawing at Yueping with its front paws, but in the end, it pulled its head back inside.

Although Xiao Hei was incredibly tempted, whether it was still hesitant, sulking with Su Zhen, or simply acting on its nature as a Chinese rural dog, it actually shrank back, leaving only its round bottom facing the plum blossom pastries on the table.

Su Zhen was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but reach out and gently scratch Xiao Hei's back, saying softly, "Oh, the little guy is throwing a tantrum."

Little Black trembled all over from being scratched, but remained unmoved.

Seeing Xiao Hei's stubbornness, Han Zhi couldn't help but laugh. He picked up a plum blossom pastry from the plate, sniffed it lightly, and deliberately said loudly, "Oh my, the aroma of this plum blossom pastry is getting stronger and stronger. The crispy crust and the sweet filling are a pity. Some puppies won't be able to enjoy it."

Xiao Hei's ears twitched instantly, and its tail under its bottom swayed slightly twice, but its head still didn't turn around.

Han Zhi deliberately broke the plum blossom pastry with a crackling sound, and crumbs of pastry fell onto the table. Xiao Hei's tail suddenly swept like a rattle drum, and its hind paws dug several marks on Yue Ping's knee, but it still stubbornly refused to look at the pastry.

Seeing that it was still pretending to be "arrogant", Han Zhi simply broke off a small piece of plum blossom pastry, put a bowl on the ground, and then bent down to put the plum blossom pastry into the bowl.

This time, Xiao Hei couldn't contain himself any longer. He jumped out of Yueping's arms, buried his head in the bowl, and began to wolf down the plum blossom pastries. He ate with great relish, his mouth covered in crumbs, and his tail wagged like a windmill.

Su Zhen was also overjoyed, but he still couldn't hold back... no, he couldn't hold back his teasing retort: ​​"You spineless little brat!"

......

After finishing his tea, Han Zhi was surprised to find that the tea server had given him three extra coins when he went to pay. He asked, "What's this, sir...?"

The tea server smiled and waved his hand, explaining, "Sirs, seeing how amusingly you all are with this little dog today has brought a lot of life to our shop. Consider this three coins as a treat for the young lady's dog to have a sugar figurine, just to add to the fun."

Upon hearing this, Han Zhi stopped refusing and accepted the money with a smile, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, shopkeeper."

The three people and their dog walked out of the teahouse. The sunlight was even brighter than when they arrived, bathing them in warmth. Little Black, its belly round and full, followed Su Zhen contentedly at her feet, occasionally nuzzling its head against her skirt.

It's just that things are more stable than before.

As Su Zhen walked along the covered walkway, she saw a crowd gathered ahead, with faint cheers coming from them. Intrigued, she pulled Han Zhi along and quickly approached. There, she saw a folk artist skillfully drawing on a ball of colorful syrup with a long, thin bamboo stick.

Wherever the bamboo skewer goes, strands of syrup fall, and in a short while, a lifelike butterfly appears before everyone's eyes, with the patterns on its wings clearly visible.

When Little Black saw the sugar butterfly, it barked excitedly and jumped around, its eyes fixed on it as if it had spotted its target again.

Yueping simply stopped letting it land and walked away, instead holding the little guy in her arms, afraid that it would bump into the sugar painting stall again.

Han Zhi patted its head and asked, "Remember the butterflies in the pond? How about I buy you a real, edible butterfly this time? Consider it a reward for taking care of Ba Niang for me~"

Little Black tilted its head back, thoroughly enjoying Han Zhi's "caress," and then responded with a "woof."

Han Zhi handed three coins to the sugar painting artist, pointed at Xiao Hei and said, "Master, please make this little guy a butterfly shape."

The artist laughed heartily, took the money, and then focused intently on his work. His bamboo skewer moved like a nimble paintbrush, weaving and dancing through the sugar syrup. Before long, a brightly colored, lifelike sugar butterfly was born in the artist's hands.

Little Black was engrossed in watching, its tail brushing against Yueping's skirt. Yueping took the sugar painting and moved closer to Little Black. Only when the steam rising from the solidified sugar painting hit her nose did Little Black realize what was happening and fall backward into Yueping's arms.

&34; What a silly goose! &34;

Su Zhen tapped the little black cat's head with her hand, only to see it staring at the fluttering wings of the sugar butterfly, then suddenly opening its mouth and grabbing a wing. But... it got stuck.

The caramel shell shattered, and Xiao Hei's stuck tongue dangled out, making him frantically spin around in Yue Ping's arms.

The performer quickly handed over half a bowl of well water: "Use this to rinse your mouth."

Han Zhi held the dog's head down to rinse it, but the puppy thought Han Zhi was going to steal its food, and its four little paws immediately tucked back obediently.

Chinese rural dogs never guard their food!

Han Zhi cupped its furry face and placed it in the well water. The puppy actually opened its mouth and let the cool well water wash away the sugar residue stuck to its tongue, making a pitiful "gurgling" sound in its throat.