Afraid of getting angry, just drink me

The good-tempered Jiao Jiao was teased and ridiculed by Wang Laoji. Not only was he not angry, but he also laughed like a heartless Maitreya Buddha.

Although there is no coriander, the meal seems to be no longer tasteless. Wang Laoji teased the child to make him feel better physically and mentally, and the corners of his mouth never let go.

After finishing the last bit of Wanglaoji in the paper cup, he glanced around the big ancestral hall——

Everyone is full of food and drink, some are touching their bellies and picking their teeth with toothpicks, some are chatting and joking with the people sitting next to them, and some are packing the leftovers of their meals...

The expressions on everyone's faces are so happy, and the smiles are very real.This is a group of people who can be satisfied just because of a full meal. Because they have the simplest hearts, they can easily obtain the simplest happiness.

Happiness can be infected, Wang Luoji stared blankly at these people for a long time, this always picky man suddenly felt that this meal...

It's actually not as bad as I thought.

The soil is a little dirty, but compared to eating alone in the past, or being drunk with alcohol at a social dinner, chatting and eating with everyone seems to be more...happy ?

In the vague smoke and fire, he smelled a strong sense of humanity.

After this noisy lunch, according to Jiao Jiao's "one-day tour" plan, it was time for them to proceed to the next itinerary.

Standing at the gate of the ancestral hall, Jiao Jiao looked up at the blue sky, and deliberately raised her voice and said, "Wow, the weather is so good today, it's really suitable for outdoor activities~"

His tone was quite exaggerated, Wang Luoji thought in his heart, if this guy was allowed to act in front of the camera, he would definitely be scolded by netizens and become the top trending searcher for three days in a row.

But the meaning in these words is clearly implying something crazy, just like there will be a trailer before the TV series airs.

Looking at Jiao Jiao's clear eyes, Wang Laoji suddenly shuddered, feeling that there was a malicious light shining in them.He thought about it and said, "Do you have any plans?"

"Yes, yes," the other party asked his opinion considerately: "Mr. Wang, do you want to go fishing by the lake? Or do you want to pick gourds in the shed? Or dig cassava in the field!"

An ominous premonition struck overwhelmingly, and Wang Luoji replied without hesitation: "...I don't even think about it."

Is Lao Tzu here for some kind of farmhouse fun? !

Jiao Jiao tried to persuade him with emotion and reason, but Wang Luoji just refused Sanlian, "I don't, I don't, I don't."

10 minute later.

Jiao Jiao was still tirelessly explaining to him the fun of various leisure activities in Shabian Village, beeping, talking endlessly.

Wang Laoji: "..."

In the end, the man with callused ears was so annoying that he weighed various interests and chose the first option among fishing, picking gourd melons and digging cassava.

At the very least, there is still a lake for him to jump into when he catches something he can't think of halfway.

Seeing that they were going to take the electric tricycle again, Gao Ao said to Jiao Jiao with a heartbroken heart: "Don't drive this broken car, I'd rather you go on foot!"

So these three fools really walked.

Xiaoye is a bit like a sand monk who specializes in coolies, carrying a few bamboo fishing rods on his shoulders, and holding a few foldable small cloth chairs in his hands, and he follows behind.

Jiao Jiao is a bit like a Tang monk who is thinking about it. He happily introduced the scenery along the way to them: "Look, this is a farmland. Some rice has been planted. It will be harvested in mid-September."

"There is an orchard over there, which is contracted by my family. Some chicken hearts, yellow skins, nectarines, and Sanhua plums are produced locally. If the season is in season, the sales are generally very good."

"There is a septic tank over there, and it smells a little when passing by. My dog ​​jumped into it before, and it stinks..."

Wang Luoji didn't listen to a word, he was a bit like Zhu Bajie who did nothing, with a plastic bucket of no weight hooked in his hand, walking leisurely, breathing the fresh air of the country road.

Inadvertently lowering his head, he saw that the sides of the shoes were covered with ash and mud from the field path, and he was a little glad that he listened to Jiao Jiao's words and didn't wear out those tens of thousands of cowhide shoes.

"Hey," Jiao Jiao tugged at his sleeve, pointing to the field ridge by the roadside, "Look at those dandelions, do you want to blow them?"

"Don't blow it." The man said coldly, "How old are you? Still blowing this stuff? Are you childish?"

5 minute later.

Wang Luoji and Jiao Jiaoqi squatted on the edge of the field, puffed out their round cheeks, and blew the fluffy dandelion bald.

"Wow, wow, there are a lot of mimosas here!" Jiao Jiao looked like a kindergarten kid out on an outing, jumping left and right excitedly, swinging the big canvas bag around her crotch.

As soon as he heard the mimosa, the man surnamed Wang rushed towards him like a wolf.

He swept his big hand over the row of mimosa in a domineering manner, looked down at all the leaves slowly closing, and finally said mightily: "It's fun."

Wang Laoji and Jiao Jiao, two people with an average age of nearly thirty, played in front of a few wild grasses and wild flowers for half an hour before reluctantly leaving.

Xiaoye clicked her tongue: "..."

Am I walking two three-year-old monkeys?

The author says:

Today is also the second watch.