Was watched by the master

That night, they were lucky enough to eat roast chicken made by Fang Zhi himself.

The faces of the three were covered with oil, and their hands and clothes were stained with oil. Fang Zhi hated them so much that he stayed away from them and did not sit with them.

After they finished eating, Fang Zhi drove them directly to the hot spring pool to wash up, not staying for a moment.Of course, he didn't let them all get together in one place. He threw them in three places where they couldn't see each other, and they were not allowed to come out until they were cleaned.

In order to prevent the hot spring water from being polluted by oil stains, he also specially used spiritual power to speed up the water flow, and the oil would be washed away as soon as it hit the water surface.

On the second day, Fang Meng and Little Pearl, like two bumpkins who had never seen the world, walked around the Dragon Yin Hall, and the palace was filled with exclamations from the two of them from time to time.

In contrast, Fang Mu looked calmer.Probably because he lived there for a while, he had already marveled at the places he should be amazed at, although he hadn't visited the entire palace before.

When did this kind of noisy scene appear in his Dragon Yin Hall? Fang Zhi got a headache from their quarrel, so he simply stayed away from them and ran to sleep on the roof of the hall gate.

At noon, Fang Han sent people to bring a lot of items needed for the wedding ceremony, but Fang Zhi stopped him before he walked in.

"Put things down, and people can go." The three inside were noisy enough, and he couldn't let the fourth person in.

"Then we'll leave it here. Goodbye, Patriarch." The two disciples seemed to know that Fang Zhi didn't like outsiders coming to him, so they put the things on the steps of the gate and flew away quickly.

"Trouble." Fang Zhi raised his hand slightly while lying down, and a pile of objects on the ground floated up out of thin air. He flicked it lightly into the hall, and the objects flew in and fell down in the central hall of the nave.

"Stop wandering, your master has sent someone to deliver something." With just a slight parting of his lips, the deep voice echoed through the entire palace, and the three who heard the voice rushed over.

Fang Zhi also jumped off the roof at that time, and he moved his chin toward the nave, indicating that things were over there.

After a lot of tinkering, I finally got everything out, almost all of which are decorations for the festive scene.

Fang Meng immediately understood her master's intentions, "Master probably wants us to decorate the Longyin Hall to make it more festive. If you don't do anything, it's too plain here, and it doesn't look like someone is going to get married at all." look."

"Yes." Fang Mu looked around and nodded in agreement.

He looked at Fang Zhi and asked, "Master, is it okay? Can you decorate this place a little bit?"

Facing Fang Mu's expectant eyes, Fang Zhi couldn't say anything.I had no choice but to reluctantly say: "Do as you like, but don't make it too exaggerated."

"Yeah. Let's just get it off." Fang Mu raised his hand and swore.

"Then it's up to you." Fang Zhi's tone softened a lot this time.

"Thank you, master." Fang Mu happily bent down and carried a large bag of uncut paper-cuts on the ground to the table, "Then let's start with the scrap paper."

As soon as they took out the scissors, Fang Zhi looked over. At first he could still watch from the sidelines, but when he saw Fang Mu almost cut his fingers a few times, he couldn't help it.

How can such a beautiful hand be used to such a waste?

He walked over with a dark face, grabbed the scissors from Fang Mu's hand and slapped them on the table, lifted Fang Mu out of the seat, and said in a deep voice, "You are too stupid, don't cut it."

"But..." Fang Mu looked at Fang Meng who had already cut several "囍"s, and then looked at the little pearls that had been torn up several paper-cuts, feeling aggrieved...

Following Fang Mu's gaze, Fang Zhi felt a headache when he saw the little pearl that had been torn apart but carefully.

He held down the undamaged paper-cut in Little Pearl's hand with his big hand, and said solemnly: "Don't do it either." If you tear it off, the things sent over are not enough to be scrapped.

"Then I..." Fang Meng weakly stopped what he was doing.

"You can continue, you are smarter than them, you won't cut your hands, and you won't cut the stickers badly."

Fang Meng: ...

Thank you so much for your appreciation. =“=

"Is the hand cut enough? Let me see." Fang Zhi grabbed Fang Mu's hand and put it in front of him to examine it carefully.The index finger was accidentally punctured by the tip of the scissors, and Fang Zhi saw it at a glance.

He touched it distressedly, "Does it hurt?"

Fang Meng on the side covered his chest, looking like he was about to vomit blood.

Discrimination, this is discrimination!

Fang Mu withdrew his hand in embarrassment, shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little bit of skin." He didn't even see any blood. Wouldn't it be hypocritical for him to say it hurts?

"That's all right, clumsy, you're not cut out for this."

"Master, I almost got it too." Fang Meng raised her hand in front of Fang Zhi, wanting the same treatment from Fang Zhi.

Who knew that Fang Zhi just glanced at her, then patted her on the shoulder, and said, "You are smarter than them, I believe you can do it."

Fang Meng withdrew her hand heartbrokenly, and said in her heart: a tool person, a proper tool person, she is a tool person.

"Okay, I won't let you do it for nothing, I'll take care of it for lunch."

"Then I still want to eat yesterday's roast chicken!" Fang Meng felt relieved in an instant.

"Okay. Fang Mu is here to help me, you—" Fang Zhi raised his finger and pointed at Little Pearl's head, "You stay here, and your hands are not allowed to touch the stickers."

"Oh, what should I do?" Little Pearl simply blinked.

"Eat candy when you're bored." Fang Zhi stretched out his palm and waved it on the table, and a handful of candies they had never seen before appeared on the table.

"I want to too..." Fang Mu just wanted to reach for the candy on the table, but Fang Zhi grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the hall.

"I want that candy too." Fang Mu was dragged out, looking back at Tang, who was drifting away from him.

"Eating too much will cause tooth decay." Fang Zhi said.

"No, my teeth are fine." Fang Mu stopped while supporting Fang Zhi's hand, and showed Fang Zhi his clean teeth.

Damn, why are you so cute.

Fang Zhi's breathing was stagnant, and he quickly looked away. He resisted the urge to lower his head and take a bite, and dragged Fang Mu forward, "I'll give it to you later."

"Okay!" Fang Mu finally stopped making trouble, obediently followed behind Fang Zhi, his hand was still being held by Fang Zhi, the palm of his hand was warm and warm.

In a daze, he thought of when he was a child, he went to work in the fields with his parents, and his father would hold his little hand across the ridge every time.Later, when his parents died, no one ever held him like this again, not even his master Fang Han.

He unconsciously moved his thumb and stroked the back of Zhi's hand below.

The person in front of him suddenly stopped, and looked back at him with a complicated expression.

"Master, your hands are so warm."

It was obviously a hot day, but Fang Mu said such a sentence.

Master smiled lightly and rubbed his hair, and continued to lead him forward, the temperature in the palm of his hand seemed to become warmer, even his heart was warm, he liked this feeling.

When he got to the kitchen, he thought he could see his master cooking, but he didn't expect Fang Zhi to move him a stool and let him sit outside the door, and then gave him a handful of candy, "Sit here and eat the candy. "

"But didn't you say you let me help?" Fang Mu tugged on Fang Zhi's sleeve suspiciously.

"Do you believe this too? When did I ever need your help in cooking?" Fang Zhi laughed.

"Then what did you bring me out for?" Fang Mu complained in a low voice, how boring it is to sit here alone.

"Guess?" To protect those beautiful hands, of course.

Fang Zhi curled his lips into a smile, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

【Speak】

Thanks to [Miao Counseling] for feeding the trilobite x1 to this book, thank you Baozi for your support.

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