law of courtship

Uncle Song's "graciousness of feeding melons" has been remembered by Zhi Lan for a long time, but he has not seen this uncle with a cold face and a warm heart for a long time.

Zhi Lan is doing pretty well these days, except for doing some early physical fitness assessments with Dr. Yu every day, the rest of the time is very leisurely.

Zhilan was very curious about the Mitch family who would help her lay eggs, and tried to mention it a few times, but was told by Dr. Yu not to worry, and arranged for them to meet formally after the differentiation was completed.

Although the "marriage" was temporarily put on hold, Zhilan didn't feel lonely, and mingled with his neighbor Pang Dada every day.

The world of national treasures consists of eating, sleeping, sleeping, and being cute. If you put two national treasures together, you don’t need them to do business, and there is nothing else to do except eat snacks.

Panda healed Zhilan's weak heart that had been devastated by the hot pot with a vast array of delicacies. The skinny little blue-haired man grew a few ounces of flesh, and his cheeks were rounded a little.

The increasingly plump Zhilan pinched her belly and sighed, feeling guilty about this kind of life of eating and drinking, and always wanted to do something meaningful for everyone, so that she can officially integrate into the Bazhou Institute and become a member here .

But on weekdays, there is no such opportunity for him to show off. Xiao Dou takes care of his food and daily life, and Pang Da also has his own exclusive nurse.The two of them are like two potted plants in a greenhouse. They only need to wait for the owner to water and fertilize them every day, without giving any feedback.

This boring life has lasted for more than half a month, and finally there is a turning point.

There are many customs and customs in the Bazhou mainland that Zhilan from Huaxia does not understand. As the fruit moon approaches, citizens from all over the mainland participate in the preparations for the Gushen Festival.

Gushen Festival, as the name suggests, is a festival to celebrate the harvest and pray for good weather in the coming year. Although the research institute does not need to farm, the atmosphere of the festival is still strong.

In order to enrich the daily life of the rare humanoid residents, Dr. Yu organized everyone to help pick ripe grapes at the neighboring Bruma Manor as a sacrificial activity for the Ceres Festival.

Hearing about this kind of interesting event, Zhi Lan couldn't sit still, and hurriedly dragged Pang Da to sign up.

"Isn't Uncle Song the owner of the winery? Why does he still have grapes to pick?" Zhi Lan asked Pang Da curiously on the way to Wuyue Manor.

Pang Da looks like a fat man, but he is actually very knowledgeable. He thought about it, and patiently explained Zhilan's doubts: "Wine is made from crops, the raw material of red wine is grapes, and the white wine you spend is made of grain. Whiskey is made from grains like barley, and plants like agave are also used to make wine."

Zhi Lan was still puzzled: "Isn't Uncle Song a beer seller?"

Pang Da chuckled: "Lao Song's winery sells everything. The raw material for beer is malt. Brumy Moon Manor is about the same size as our research institute. There are no cultivation conditions. He just buys raw materials and processes them. I heard it is very profitable."

"It's amazing," Zhi Lan's eyes lit up with admiration for the little star, in addition to being physically strong, he also has a skill that can make money, Song's image in his mind is much higher.

The two chatted all the way out of the gate of the research institute. Assistant Liu said that Song's winery was next door to Bazhou, and Zhi Lan didn't expect it to be so close.

Pang Da led him out, turned right, passed through a dense forest, and after only 5 minutes of walking, he saw the gate of Wuyue Manor.

The winding path, the secluded woods, and some colorful fallen leaves are like a deep-colored oil painting. The European-style black iron gate of the winery is placed in the center of the painting.

Zhilan looked in through the gaps in the iron fence, and there were a large number of unknown white flowers beside the courtyard wall, and inside the courtyard was a grape trellis entwined with green vines. The gaps between the branches and leaves reflect round light spots on the ground.

There are already many partners from the research institute helping inside. They shuttled under the grape trellises, cut off plump bunches of grapes with scissors, and threw them into the bamboo baskets aside.

Fruit is one of Zilan's staple foods, and sweet and sour grapes are Zhilan's favorite. Zhilan's eyes are full of those crystal clear purple grapes.

"I really want to eat," Zhi Lan whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

Pang Da knocked on the iron ring on the door lock, and casually introduced: "Lao Song's yard is very beautiful, isn't it? It's a Tuscan architectural style, and he's very particular about it."

Zhi Lan couldn't understand Pang Da's words at all, so he blinked and asked, "Are these grapes all from Uncle Song?"

Pang Da didn't think too much, and replied truthfully: "Yes, there are cherries and apples over there, both of which are raw materials for wine making."

Zhi Lan stared with envy.

Song's image has been elevated again, even marked with a holy light: strong, able to make money, and owns an entire orchard.

Parrot, Uncle Song’s family still lacks birds, the ones that eat very little and can sing.

Zhilan sold her soul like this, and was conquered by an orchard.

Seeing that no one responded, Pang Da knocked on the door knocker again, this time with a particularly loud voice, and soon a companion from the research institute came to help them open the door, and Zhi Lan and Pang Da also joined in the work of collecting grapes.

Zhilan is greedy, but very polite. Grandpa Mao is very strict with his family education. If he wants to eat something that is not his own, he must ask the owner for permission.

So Zhi Lan kept swallowing his saliva, buried himself in his work with tears in his eyes, and picked a whole basket of grapes before he saw the owner of these grapes.

"Everyone has worked hard." Song came from the wine cellar, collected the grapes that everyone picked, thought about it, and went back to the house to bring some bottled grape juice to quench everyone's thirst.

When Zhilan took the bottle of juice from him, she almost cried, and struggled with her appetite all morning. There are so many delicious grapes, which can be seen and touched, but cannot be eaten. How could Jingui's little blue hair have suffered such grievances.

Song was a little inexplicable, the eyes of the blue-haired boy were wet, and the tip of his nose was pink, like a delicate child brewing tears.

"What's wrong?" Song lowered his head and helped him unscrew the bottle of grape juice.

"No...it's nothing," Zhi Lan took the juice, took a sip carefully, his appetite was finally satisfied, and the grievance just disappeared in an instant.

"Thank you...it's delicious," Zhi Lan drank a few more sips in a row, only to feel that his whole body was transparent, the sweetness of the grape juice soaked into his blood, and his bones were softened by the sweetness, so he smirked sweetly.

Song agrees with him.

Feeding this little pup is an addictive chore.

He will show a very satisfied expression for any food, and look at you with watery eyes, like a stray kitten who just wants to go home with you.

"Are you hungry? Wait a minute," Uncle Song, who was dizzy by Xiao Zitian, became more and more stupid. He turned around and went to the backyard to pick a large handful of cherries and came back. He sat under the grape arbor and concentrated on feeding the little blue bird.

"Open your mouth," Song pinched a cherry and handed it to Zhilan's mouth.

"Are... are they all for me?" Zhi Lan stared at the handful of cherries in his hand in disbelief.

"Eat, don't talk nonsense," the tone was fierce again.

The cherries just picked from the branches still have the temperature of the sun, even the juice is warm, Zhi Lan's cheeks are filled with pulp, and a holy white light shines in front of his eyes.

Uncle Song must be a messenger sent by God. He has a whole yard full of fruit, and he is very kind-hearted, willing to share it with the hungry birds.

If you want to stay in Wuyue Manor, if you want to be a bird for Uncle Song, just give me a cabin and a soft quilt.

Zhi Lan was about to sell himself and count the money for the other party, but he forgot his first impression of Song: very fierce and wild.

Facts have proved that Song is indeed fierce and wild, and has a bad nature.

How can this little boy drink his grape juice and eat his cherries without receiving a little reward?

The nasty Uncle Song stretched out his palm, and pinched Zhilan's tender cheeks twice, like playing with clay, making various shapes.

After pinching his cheeks, he went to rub the tip of his small nose, and pressed his nose badly to prevent him from breathing.

So much for a violent cat addict who forcibly licks a cat.

Zhi Lan was dumbfounded. National treasures are fragile and need to be handled with care and gentle treatment.He has only been patted on the head by researchers and breeders since he was a child, and he has never been slapped so cruelly by anyone.

"It's still too thin," Song pinched his cheeks with obvious red marks, then retracted his hand and made a brief comment.

Flowers can't do it, the breeders are free, and even the Bazhou Institute is not good.

It's a fool's errand to raise the little boy for them.

The author says:

Little Blue Hair: Uncle, is your house short of parrots?Can you be cute and sing? (??????)?

Song Dad: There is no shortage of singers, but those who are short will only be called husband