The spoon left the room, did not return to the flower bed, and hid in his room. She raised her finger and pressed her lips, why did that one kiss make her heart beat like a bell, and then... want to kiss more.
She stretched, ready to go down and open the door. It was thanks to the scholar that they weren't caught making soup this time, and they could continue guarding the inn together again, after thinking about it, they were in a good mood again.
He only opened one door, and saw the noise of people in front of him. He searched for the source of the sound and looked to the side, only to see an old man setting up a stall by the doorpost, surrounded by seven or eight children, and there were frequent shouts of surprise. The spoon took a closer look, and found that the old man was sitting on a small bench with baskets on the left and right. There is a compass on the left top, the whole compass is painted, and there is a pointer in the middle. On the right is the slightly steaming syrup, which can smell a little sweet.
What caught her attention the most was the smooth stone slab placed in front of the old man. The old man was holding a spoon in his right hand, scooping up the syrup, like a paintbrush, and pouring the syrup on the slate in a messy and orderly manner. The movement was done in one go, fast and natural , If there is a picture in the belly, a rooster is poured out in an instant, quickly pick up a thin wooden stick with the left hand, press it on it, and scoop it up with a small shovel, and it becomes a three-dimensional sugar painting.
The spoon looked surprised, the old man's painting skills are really amazing. She touched her body, and also wanted to ask for a candy painting to eat.
When I got to the front, I saw the old man facing him. He was an ordinary old man. Seeing that the pattern on the turntable happened to be a phoenix, Shaozi thought to himself to tell me to turn to phoenix. She turned her finger lightly, and the pointer turned four or five times, and it just landed on the pattern she liked, so she jumped up with joy.
Taking the sugar painting back to the cash drawer, the scholar has already come down. Shaozi immediately showed him triumphantly: "Shopkeeper, let's eat phoenix together."
The scholar's eyes paused, and he smiled for a moment: "Okay." Seeing her handing it over, he lowered his head and took a bite, putting the candy in his mouth. It was really sweet to the heart and lungs. Looking up and looking outside, the old man's back was thin, he was only concentrating on the work in his hand, he seemed calm...
It does seem to be peaceful.
On August 15th, the moon is full and the lights are on, and the golden osmanthus is fragrant.
However, the business of the inn is deserted during reunion festivals, but the streets outside are bustling and bustling. Shaozi likes and dislikes this kind of festival.
The day of the full moon is an excellent time to absorb the essence of the moonlight. As soon as it got dark, Xin Niang and the others went to bask in the moonlight in groups. The spoon lay on the cash drawer and looked out, the old man Tanghua was still there, and his place was bustling. The abacus was crackling in her ear, she tilted her head to look, and the scholar was doing the calculation again, his slender and white fingers were dialing the jet-black abacus, his voice fluctuated too evenly, and he yawned after watching, "Shopkeeper, let's have dinner."
The scholar snapped his fingers and smiled: "Okay. Let's go for a walk after dinner later?"
The spoon squeezed his arm: "The shopkeeper, you are not a monster, why join us in the fun. I will climb to the roof to sunbathe with Pixiu later."
Being pressed on the head by a Pixiu with big and small eyes, the scholar was greatly shocked, and finally said seriously, "The glutton is still there, it will eat you up."
The back of the spoon felt cold, and the cold sweat poured down. Thinking of being swallowed by the big head and then vomited out, it was better to go out for a walk with the scholar: "Then I will cook first."
"I help."
Spoon thought that the scholar would be a disservice to help, but after washing the dishes, he found that the pot was also hot, and was about to praise him for the good fire of the stove. When he shoveled water with the spatula, it hit the bottom of the pot, and it burst... She blinked, Looking at the crimson fire under the hole, he pulled his face:
"Shopkeeper! Is it really okay to use the Samadhi True Fire like this?!"
It hurts her heart to lose the spoon of a big pot inexplicably, even if the scholar invites her to eat a bowl full of twelve meatball soup, it can't make up for it. Seeing her bulging cheeks, the scholar moved his bowl to her: "Eat more with a spoon."
"Don't step into the kitchen next time." The spoon pushed back a bowl to him, "Eat more, shopkeeper."
The scholar saw that she was not angry, so he took the chopsticks and ate the balls. After taking two bites, she saw her eyebrows wrinkled again, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Spoon looked strangely at his bowl, then at himself. Uh... that bowl seems to be something she ate... pushed it wrong... She coughed dryly: "It's nothing." Finally, she looked solemn, "Remember to take a big pot back later."
The scholar almost swallowed the whole ball, and said with difficulty: "Tomorrow, I will drive the carriage to buy a bite."
Walking together with a pot and a spoon on your back... that kind of scene is not wonderful when you think about it.
"The store will open tomorrow morning."
"Then how do you bask in the moonlight?"
Spoon pondered for a moment: "Then go back to the inn and dry it again."
The scholar resigned to his fate, and then on the night of the beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival, the other sons led the girls, but he went back with a huge pot.
When he moved the pot back to the stove, the spoon had disappeared. After looking for breath, he looked up and saw the spoon sitting on the roof.
After going up, the pretty person sat next to the crooked Pixiu, with his big head dangling there, and he didn't look like he wanted to eat her. The scholar jumped forward and landed lightly on her side, seeing her holding a bowl and sipping the light yellow water from time to time, sniffing slightly, said with a smile: "Osmanthus fragrans."
The spoon smiled and handed it to him: "Take a sip. Uncle Mi next door gave it to me. It's very delicious."
The scholar looked at the bowl and drank it with a spoon! Immediately bowed his head, put his lips on the rim of the bowl, and when he took a bite into his stomach, it was burning instantly, his burning head shook, and looked at her: "Wine, wine?"
The spoon nodded: "Yes, sweet-scented osmanthus wine. On Mid-Autumn Festival, every household enjoys the moon and drinks sweet-scented osmanthus wine... What's wrong with you, shopkeeper?"
The scholar pinched his eyebrows: "I... can't touch wine."
"Touch, what happens if you touch it?"
The scholar sighed: "If only I knew what would happen. One year, I went to a feast in the fairy world, but I mistakenly drank green wine as tea, and then... I woke up the next day and found that I was wanted by the fairy world. Beat up all the people at the banquet... Another year, the Dragon King of the East China Sea was happy to have a dragon son. He invited me to a banquet and accidentally took a sip. When I woke up the next day, I found that I was wanted again. The sound of crying made me realize that I had brought Longzi to the palace... Huh? Why are you sitting so far away, Shaozi?"
The spoon held the bowl and looked at him vigilantly: "I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and find that you ate me!"
The scholar smiled, his long eyes filled with that smile, a trace of charm overflowed immediately, his spoon eyes straightened. No, something is wrong! She turned around to crawl away, and now her big head felt safer than him. Just as he raised his hand, his body became hot, and someone picked him up, clamped his limbs, and crushed him to death. She stared wide-eyed, looking at the scholar who was close at hand, her throat was dry and jerky.
The scholar stared at her and said, "I'm sorry."
When the spoon is about to cry, it usually says sorry out of nowhere, and then either kills or utters the words "Go to hell" in the next moment.
The scholar buried his head in her neck, and warm breath poured into her ears: "I'm sorry, I should have put you in a safe place."
"...You, you let go first, okay..." Shaozi felt that his wrist hurt from being held by him, and such an oppressive scholar scared her. His force value now is the same as when he turned into an expert, but she knows that an expert will not hurt her, but the scholar at this moment is different, as if he can crush her like an ant at any time, without any sense of security, only full oppression. She trembled, "Don't be like this, wake up quickly, can I make you hangover soup?"
The scholar stared at her quietly, only to feel that the person under him was so charmingly beautiful, he lowered his head and kissed her eyes lightly, sucked the tears into his mouth lightly, then kissed from the tip of his nose to his lips, entangled with his soft tongue, The sweet aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus wine remains in the warm mouth, which is more plundering. Hold down the struggling hands and feet, not allowing her to move a bit. Suddenly, blood overflowed from his mouth, and he actually bit him, ignoring him.
Feeling that the person under him was trembling more and more, the scholar came back to his senses slightly, parted his lips, looked at her crying sadly, felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and raised his hand to wipe away her tears. But he just didn't want to let go, and he was afraid that she would leave if he let go.
Shaozi cried with tears in his eyes, and was so scared that he hated him: "I don't want to talk to you anymore."
The scholar's eyes paused, he seemed to be doing something wrong, but he didn't know what he did wrong.
The demons came back after enjoying the moonlight, and on the way back to the roof, Xin Niang had just jumped on the top of the Jinxiu Inn, and when she saw the scene opposite, she immediately shouted: "Cover your crawling eyes!"
Before Crawl could react, he was picked up by the fat gourd on his round belly, blocking his sight... and breathing...
Everyone squatted there, looking at it thoughtfully, the more they looked at it, the more something was wrong, why did they vaguely hear the boss crying? And crying very sadly. Brother Baishu stroked his chin: "The situation seems to be a little bit wrong."
"Look again, if they spoil their good deeds, they will definitely be shot by the scholar."
After being reminded by Du Juan, all the demons shivered.