Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Chapter 83: Lantern Festival 4

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In the end, Mu Nanzhi couldn't help it anymore, fearing that she would choke if she laughed again, so she turned her back and ate the candied haws one by one in front of Cui Bai's "Double Happiness Picture" hanging on the wall.

Lu Zhishan looked at her slender back and then stared at the candied haws in his hand, not knowing where to start.

"Cousin, did you write the caption on this painting?" Mu Nanzhi asked, pointing to the painting on the wall.

"Well, does my daughter have any ideas?"

"I don't have any insight, but your writing is so sloppy that I don't even recognize it. I can only recognize your signature," Mu Nanzhi pointed to the inscription and said, "These two characters are Yongzhan."

Lu Zhishan said with a smile: "Then I will write more neatly."

"No, cousin, you are actually very good at writing. The dragons and phoenixes dance with silver hooks and iron paintings. Although I can't recognize them, I still think they look good." Mu Nanzhi still stared at the words he didn't recognize, looking at them seriously and speaking seriously. "It's just that cousin, you just need to be more serious when you write to me in the future."

Lu Zhishan nodded: "Okay."

Mu Nanzhi touched his nose: "But I guess there's no chance. We're just on two streets each. If there's something going on at my house in the morning, you'll know about it before noon."

"There will always be a chance." Lu Zhishan smiled and took a bite of the candied haws.

He had not eaten candied haws for more than 20 years. As soon as he took the bite, his eyebrows knitted together with soreness. Fortunately, Mu Nanzhi turned around, otherwise it would have been quite awkward to show his teeth like this in front of a child. Shame on you.

It was so sour that Lu Zhishan didn't dare to bite the second one, but looking at the bright red fruit, he couldn't bear to let go. He hesitated for a moment, then took out a piece of maltose from the tea tray, took a bite of the candied haws and took a bite of the maltose. , so balanced between sweet and sour, it is finally not so hard to swallow.

Song Fu came in with milk tea and cakes: "..."

Lu Zhishan silently put down the candied haws in his hand, threw back the remaining maltose, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, trying his best to hide his embarrassment.

Song Fu knew that he came at the wrong time. He was so busy that he set out the milk tea and cakes and left in a hurry.

Mu Nanzhi finished eating a whole candied haws, turned around, looked at the extra milk tea and cakes on the small table, smiled happily, drank half a cup of milk tea in one go, and took a piece of maltose to Mouth: "Eh? Why is this piece of maltose a little wet? Is it still a little sticky? It's not very crispy anymore, hehehehe! The candy seller lied to me again!"

The corner of Lu Zhishan's mouth twitched: "...Yes, don't buy his candy in the future."

Mu Nanzhi discovered that there was actually a cup of milk tea in front of Lu Zhishan and said in surprise: "Cousin, do you also like to drink milk tea now?"

The corner of Lu Zhishan's mouth twitched even more fiercely: "...I don't like it very much..."

"Cousin, don't be embarrassed. Who wouldn't like to drink milk tea when it's so delicious?" Mu Nanzhi winked at Lu Zhishan, "Cousin, you must be scolding Song Fu in your heart for not being able to see clearly. Son, right?"

Lu Zhishan couldn't help but smile and rolled his eyes: "You are very understanding of me."

Mu Nanzhi blinked proudly, drank the remaining half cup of milk tea, leaned comfortably on the pillow and sighed: "I always feel that the pillows in my cousin's house are softer than those in my house."

"I'll have someone send you some tomorrow."

"I also like the eggplant box at my cousin's house."

"Then send it over with the pillow."

Mu Nanzhi turned around and looked at Lu Zhishan's face, but hesitated to speak.

"Anything else you like? My cousin will give it to you." Lu Zhishan looked doting on him.

"No more." Mu Nanzhi said dullly, burying his face in the pillow.