More than ten minutes later, Meng Zuer came back with a relaxed look on her face.

Lin Fang naturally reached out and held her hand and headed to her second stop today.

Meng Zuer subconsciously struggled lightly, but did not break free, and said, "Don't hold hands, it's so shy!"

Lin Fang looked back at Meng Zuer in surprise and said, "Dad holding his daughter's hand, isn't it normal to do it? What's so shy about you?"

Meng Zuer: “…”

Ahhhhhh!!!

This person in front of me is really annoying!

Meng Zuer's girl's heart, which was scattered by a deer, and the little joy coiled around her heart, was shattered by Lin Fang's words, and became angry and embarrassed.

[○·Д′·○]!

Meng Zuer shook her hard, but she felt that Lin Fang's hand holding her suddenly tightened and could not throw it out.

Lin Fang smiled softly and said, "Be good, don't make trouble."

Meng Zuer:(○  3′○)!

Who wants to be good? If you don’t be good, just make trouble!

Lin Fang saw Meng Zuer pouting her little mouth and frowning, looking unhappy, and couldn't help but reach out and gently stroked her little head a few times, from the top of her head to her neck.

His movements were extremely proficient, which made Meng Zuer feel a little unable to get angry.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fang said softly: "Let's go and take you to the mail."

"Not to eat!"

Meng Zuer gave Lin a blank look and snorted: "Do you think a bowl of hand can buy me? No way!"

Lin Fang deliberately said, "Don't you eat it? Then I'll go and eat it. The chicken soup is thin, the flesh is tender, the soup is fresh, and it is delicious."

"Gu!"

Even though Meng Zuer had eaten a lot of food, she couldn't help swallowing when she heard Lin Fang's description.

“Is it that delicious?”

"On average, it seems that you don't really want to eat. You go to the mall and I'll go eat by myself and come to find you later."

Lin relaxed Meng Zuer's little hand and prepared to leave.

"etc!"

Meng Zuer held Lin Fang with her backhand and said, "I...I'm a little thirsty. If I don't eat the mail, I'll just take a few sips of the soup. Let's go together!"

Out of being embarrassed, Lin Fang wanted to make trouble and helped Meng Zuer buy a cup of milk tea, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

Too much is as bad as too much.

A girl’s patience is limited. Let her take one step back and make a fortune, and if she wants her to take the third step back, maybe she must be prepared to explode on the spot.

Maybe you will have a head to sleep and get up without a head.

Lin Fang took Meng Zuer to a snack bar specializing in copying and preparing to order a copying set meal.

The chou in Sichuan cuisine is similar to wonton, wonton and meat swallow.

A thin piece of dough wraps around the large meat filling, folds one by one and then one by one, and then completes the production in one hand.

When Lin Fang and Meng Zuer entered the store, the kitchen inside the glass window was wrapping up, and an aunt wearing a white chef's hat, a red long-sleeved shirt and a white scarf was performing.

On her right side is dough, in the middle is meat filling, and on her left side is a dumpling (bo) basket (luo) for her hand.

The aunt was just an assembly line, and the copying hand was almost like flying. It was made from her hands and fell into a jam.

She didn't have any extra moves, just simply grab the skin, wrap the filling, fold it in half, cover it in half, and it took less than a second to complete a copy.

Meng Zuer's eyes widened when she saw the aunt's magical operation. She couldn't help but pull Lin Fang again, clapped her hands again, pointed at the aunt, and said incoherently: "Lin... look, look, she is so awesome!"

Lin Fang glanced at Meng Zuer, thinking that Ji Fu Wu Liu was coming, but he also felt that it was not good to always criticize her.

The same sentence is still the same, too much is too little.

Lin Fang thought for a while and said, "It's quite amazing. You can watch it for a while, I'll go order food."

"don't want!"

Meng Zuer grabbed Lin Fang and shook her head and said, "I want to watch with you!"

emmmmm…

Is she acting cute?

She is acting cute, right?

This is not fun!

Lin Fang said decisively: "Have you learned the text of "The Oil Selling Man"?"

"Ah? Ah!"

Meng Zuer thought for a while and nodded, "I learned Chinese in high school, and it seems to be an ancient essay, telling a short story about an old man selling oil."

Lin Fang: "..."

He was very sure that Meng Zuer only remembered that he had learned and forgot all the stories he had told.

What a hell is the "small story of an old man selling oil"? Are you explaining the title of the article?

Lin Fangyu said earnestly: "Zu'er, this ancient article tells the story of someone who is good at archery. An old man selling oil was watching a show next to him. When he saw that he was accurate in shooting, he nodded slightly. The man felt that he was despised and asked the old man if he was also good at shooting. The old man said: Nothing else is enough, he is only good at it. Then he performed the technique of using money to fill oil."

"oh……"

Meng Zuer looked confused. She stared at Lin Fang blankly and said, "What's the matter?"

Lin Fang nodded slightly to the aunt who was surrounding her hands and said, "The same thing is nothing else, I'm just familiar with it."

Meng Zuer: “…”

So angry!

Want to hit someone!

"snort!"

Meng Zuer gave Lin a glimpse of hatred, and went to find a seat to sit down angrily.

pretty!

Lin Fang smiled happily, walked to the cashier counter to order a set meal, then walked to the opposite side of Meng Zuer with a smile, greeted the waiter, handed him the receipt, and then sat down.

Seeing Lin Fang sitting opposite him, Meng Zuer snorted lightly, turned around and refused to look at him, and his little mouth was pouting.

Lin Fang picked up a small pot with vinegar on the dining table with a handle, gestured a few times around Meng Zuer's mouth, which successfully aroused her curiosity.

Meng Zuer pushed Lin Fang's hand aside and said in confusion: "Why are you gesturing in front of me?"

Lin Fang said seriously: "I'm trying to hang this vinegar pot on your mouth. I've always been curious about how it's like to hang an oil bottle with a pouted mouth."

"you……"

Meng Zuer should be angry. Anyone who is teased like this has reasons to be angry, but she finds it interesting and can't help but want to laugh.

There was no choice but to give Lin Fang a blank look and said angrily: "Lin Fang, you are so overdoing! You always bully me!"

Where is this? Is this bullying?

Then you're done!

Lin Fang gently tapped the table and said seriously: "Don't call your name!"

"ah?"

Meng Zuer was stunned for a moment and said, "If you don't call it, what's it?"

"Call dad!"

Meng Zuer: “…”

I really regret it, really!

Why did I make him so old? It's five-point similar to my makeup!

Meng Zuer took a deep breath, stood up and grabbed Lin Fang's arm, and said, "Let's go, follow me to the bathroom!"

"What are you doing in the bathroom?"

"I'll help you put on some makeup!"

Oops, it seems a bit too much...

Lin Fang was worried and said decisively: "Okay, Zuer, I'm not kidding anymore... Waiter, have our copying done?"

"Here, come!"

"Joe is sitting down, you're here to copy your hand!"

"snort!"
To be continued...