Of course she knew what he was talking about.
Because she had raised tigers and wolves before.
"Get in the car."
It's a rare opportunity to meet her here, Feng Han doesn't want to let her go just like that.
Su Qiao pointed to the dirt on his body and shook his head: "I am dirty."
"No problem."
Feng Han took a look at the light blue jacket she was wearing, which had sleeves that were a bit shorter, and frowned slightly.
'You are fine, but I am very fine.'
Su Qiao rolled his eyes at him.
Being dirty is just an excuse, do you understand
Do you read people’s faces
Feng Han ignored her resistance and ordered casually: "Xiao Wu, help the girl carry the herbs."
"Yes." Yuan Wuyi picked up the backpack and walked towards his horse.
Su Qiao was a little anxious: "I..."
Feng Han looked at Yuan Liu and said, "Xiao Liu, send someone to the Su family to inform the old man and tell him that Miss Su is helping with the barbecue at Guyin Temple."
"Yes, I'll send someone there right away." Yuan Liu nodded with a smile, turned around and assigned someone to go to Liushu Village.
Su Qiao had never seen anyone so strong before, and he was almost laughing out of anger.
Feng Han took two steps, and when he saw that she didn't catch up, he raised his eyebrows: "Do you want me to help you up?"
Su Qiao glared at him unhappily, walked straight towards the carriage, got on before him, and in front of him, deliberately got the dust and dirt on her body on the carpet and cushions.
Seeing her childishness, Feng Han kept a slight smile on his face and maintained a good temper throughout.
He was even kind enough to pour her a cup of tea and handed it to her.
Su Qiao also felt that his behavior just now was a bit childish, so he sat cross-legged at the small table.
You know what, she was really thirsty at this moment.
After she finished her tea, Feng Han pointed to the plates of snacks on the table: "There are the Ruyi cakes and peach blossom cakes from last time, fresh ones."
Su Qiao glanced at her, and without hesitation, he reached out to take it...
'Pop'
"You can't eat without washing your hands."
Su Qiao looked at the back of her hand, then at the man's hand, and suddenly felt a little unbalanced.
He is a man, why are his hands so much whiter, thinner and longer than mine
Feng Han saw her looking at his hands with a look of deep hatred, and he almost burst out laughing.
He gently picked up a piece of peach blossom cake and handed it to her mouth, saying very naturally: "Eat it."
Su Qiao looked at the tempting peach blossom cake in front of her, then looked at the man's calm and composed face.
Are we close enough to feed each other food
How come she doesn't know
Is this a dream
Su Qiao didn't open her mouth. Feng Han's hand just stood there, motionless, as if they were in a confrontation.
In the end, Su Qiao, whose stomach was rumbling, was defeated.
"Do you have a stick?"
"No."
Feng Han looked at her patiently: "Don't worry, my hands are clean."
“…” What does this have to do with whether your hands are clean or not
The problem is that we haven’t really reached that point, brother!
444 sighed: The big devil is still the big devil, his shameless appearance has not changed at all. But host, a wise man does not suffer a loss in front of him. Eating the food into his stomach is the most practical thing.
…... What you said seems to make sense.
But Su Qiao seemed to think that what Xiao Si said was a bit strange.
"Awooooooooooooo..."
The white tiger jumped in from behind the curtain and roared at the two of them.
It seemed to be blaming the two of them for ignoring it and leaving it outside alone.
Feng Han frowned slightly: "Xiaobai, be quiet."
The white tiger was still very obedient. It stopped making noise immediately and lay down quietly on the side.