Rise From the Humble

Zhu Ping walked out of the bamboo grove, just in time to see the black-bellied little Lolita riding her little red horse for a stroll down the hillside, followed by her little maid trotting all the way with her skirts in her hands, calling the lady to slow down.

How many maids does the black-bellied loli have? This maid is obviously not the one from last time, and her clothes are better than the previous one. This little maid looks to be about eight years old, only older than herself About three years old, with a bun hair and a baby fat bun face.

Such a young girl has come out to serve others, it is really the evil old society.

The black-bellied little loli had sharp eyes, and when she saw Zhu Ping'an walking down the hill, her big eyes shone brightly, her calf pinched the horse's belly, and the little red horse ran towards Zhu Ping'an with its four hooves spread out.

"Zhu Ping'an, I thought you, an idiot, would be beaten by the master and couldn't run anymore." The black-bellied little loli was dressed in riding clothes, condescending, and a little loli had a somewhat heroic appearance.

What's the use of looking good, the mouth is still so unflattering, Zhu Ping'an complained.

"Miss, slow down, wait for me."

A panting steamed stuffed bun loli ran over from behind, her round face was flushed, she pouted and talked coquettishly.

The black-bellied little loli turned her head and bared her canine teeth, threatening the little girl, "Hua'er, if you talk too much, believe it or not, I'll sell you to Mother Hua!"

The little maid named Hua'er shrank her head in fright, like a little quail, and whispered aggrievedly, "Miss."

Miss, maid, this is a unique product of feudal society. Zhu Pingan is powerless and unwilling to change all this, and he is not the Virgin Mary with his own halo. It is said that in ancient times, there seems to be a saying of marrying a maid as a dowry. The dynasties with red sleeves added fragrance, and the deep-rooted thoughts, it is better to go with the current than to be beaten to death. In a dynasty, we must do things that conform to the dynasty, and one cannot fight against the whole world.

"Hurry up and get the things I brought." The black-bellied little loli instructed the little maid to get things.

After listening to the young lady's order, Hua'er flicked up her skirt and ran down the hill.

Zhu Pingan looked at the black-bellied little loli, and knew that she had let the little maid named Hua'er get her food. It seemed that she couldn't wait to stare at him and tell a story.

"Let's go to the river, it's cooler there." Zhu Pingan also wanted to go to the river to wash his hands, so he suggested that the black-bellied little girl go to the river.

Anyway, the distance wasn't too far, so the black-bellied little loli just curled her lips and didn't object.

After washing his hands, Zhu Pingan found a clean stone and sat down, ready to start talking about shooting the eagles. The black-bellied little loli here waited for Hua'er to spread a blanket on a stone before sitting on it.

Hua'er also found a small blanket and spread it on the stone, and sat on it.

"Miss." Hua'er waited on the dark-bellied little Lolita to sit down, and then handed the heat preservation box in her hand to the dark-bellied little Lolita.

The black-bellied little Lolita licked her mouth and signaled the little maid to hand over the heat preservation box to Zhu Ping'an.

"Miss, this is what the master specially asked the cook to cook for you." The little maid pouted, and the boss was not happy.

"Booty! Don't listen to Shooting Condors anymore." The black-bellied little loli Li Shu gave the little maid an unhappy look.

It turned out that after returning home, the black-bellied little Lolita told the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes to the little maids who served her, including this little maid named Hua'er. All the little maids were too tired to think about eating and drinking, and they were all looking forward to the follow-up, especially this little maid with steamed stuffed bun was so itchy.

It's just that the little girl Hua'er looked at Zhu Ping'an in disbelief at this moment. Was it this little brother who talked about shooting the eagles? No way, it's still a kid. Stared at by the black-bellied little lolita, Hua Cai'er reluctantly handed over the food box to Zhu Ping'an.

Zhu Pingan took the food box, opened it, and his eyes lit up immediately. The lunch box is filled with golden-colored pot-boiled pork. Doesn’t it mean that this dish is the imperial dish of the Zhang family in the three eastern provinces during the Republic of China? Why is there this dish at this time.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with the right amount of salt and sweetness, the cook of the black-bellied little Lolita's family is quite powerful.

"You don't want to talk about it. If you don't talk about it, you won't be eaten." The black-bellied little loli looked at Zhu Pingan's eating with disdain, and urged her repeatedly.

Zhu Pingan licked his tongue, ready to speak.

Seeing Zhu Ping'an licking his tongue, the black-bellied little loli despised him even more, she was so careless and poor!

While eating, Zhu Pingan followed up on Guo Jing's first sight of Huang Rong in women's clothing that he talked about yesterday. The black-bellied little loli listened with great interest, and took out a small bag of preserved fruit and put it in her little mouth. Baozitou’s little girl, Hua’er, has changed her opinion of Zhu Ping’an from the moment Zhu Ping’an started talking about shooting the eagles. She is such a cute little brother, such a talented little brother, and she can tell stories while eating. Oh brother.

The sky was clear and cloudless, and the scorching sun in the sky burned itself red, not to mention the trees and flowers under the scorching sun, all listlessly drooping their leaves. However, a little loli and a loli, both of them ignored the heat and were fascinated by what they heard.

When Zhu Pingan finished eating all the hot pot meat in the lunch box, he happened to be talking about the part where Huang Rong made beggar chicken and led Hong Qigong out. It's almost time.

"I'm going to class, let's talk about it another day." Zhu Pingan returned the lunch box to the black-bellied little loli, and trotted to the school.

Li Shu, a black-bellied little lolita, looked at Zhu Ping'an's back, stomped her feet, and scolded, "This bad guy, just wipe it up and run away."

"Miss, let's release more next time." The little maid Hua'er suggested in a low voice.

The black-bellied little girl glared at her, "Didn't you not let it go to him? Why did you let it go too much?"

The little maid, Hua'er, covered her mouth in embarrassment, thinking to herself, didn't she not know before that it was this little brother who talked about shooting the eagles?

When Zhu Ping'an trotted all the way to the private school, the master just happened to be walking from the thatched cottage to the school, almost entering the classroom by the ringing of the bell, and the time was just right.

Zhu Ping'an's position was at the back, and when he passed the yanky boy from the front, the yanky boy gave Zhu Pingan an extra look.

"Hey, have you offended him? He has a grudge, so you have to be careful." Li Xiaobao, the chubby guy at the same table, pushed Zhu Ping'an's arm with his small hands, and pouted at the tugging boy, asking.

"Oh, he, he wanted to jump in line to go to the toilet, but I didn't let him." Zhu Pingan said disapprovingly.

"Then you should also be careful. I saw him look at you several times. He is just like his father, he is narrow-minded. Oh, you don't know him yet, he is Wei Chen, and his father is the rich man of Weijia Village, but Be careful." Li Xiaobao whispered.

I can't tell that this little fat man is quite innocent, but he is still very grateful. Zhu Pingan expressed his gratitude to the little fat man for his reminder, and nodded that he would be careful.

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