Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Ning Erlang's shouting was so loud that Xiaoxiao was startled and almost choked herself.

She glared at the speaker angrily, poked a piece of sweet potato with her chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Now we are both accomplices."

There is no such thing! Ningjiro stared and wanted to retort, but before he could speak, he was shocked by the taste in his mouth: "Sweet, sweet?"

He smelled the smell of sugar as soon as he came back. He thought he was fainting from hunger and hallucinating. Now, was his tongue also trying to deceive him?

He chewed hard twice and said, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Xiaoxiao pulled him inside like a treasure, pointed at the two full bowls and said, "What do you think?"

Ningjiro was so happy that he was bubbling with happiness, but he still asked in confusion: "Where did it come from?"

Of course, it was impossible for Xiaoxiao to tell him the truth. Since there were no witnesses, she opened her mouth and started talking nonsense: "I picked it up! Today I wanted to go to the forest to look for fungi, but I happened to see it when I turned around, so I picked it up."

Ning Erlang didn't believe it, but he had no evidence, and Song and Ning Dalang didn't believe it either. But the honey was right in front of them, and they couldn't help but doubt it. Xiaoxiao couldn't have risked his life to snatch it from the bees, right?

The Ning family's dinner today was very sumptuous. The plate of honey sweet potatoes was completely eaten, but the steamed buns were left. Mrs. Song used her chopsticks to poke at the wild vegetable porridge in the bowl, with a look of surprise on her face: "Where did the eggs come from?"

Xiaoxiao's expression remained unchanged: "When I saw a beehive, I happened to see a nest of eggs, so I threw them into the porridge."

At this time, even the calmest Ning Dalang couldn't help but touch her head: "My little sister is so lucky."

Xiaoxiao put her hands on her chin and looked cute at him, "Yes, yes, children who love to laugh will not have bad luck~"

After saying that, he poked the corner of his mouth and said, "Brother, you should also smile more. With such a lovely sister like me, you should be grinning from ear to ear! And my brother is so good-looking, it would be a pity not to smile!"

Ning Erlang slapped her hand away with a "cut" sound, and blocked his eldest brother's face: "Then you laugh three times, and maybe we will let you pick up a wild boar and come back tomorrow to beat our teeth as a sacrifice!"

Xiaoxiao felt that he was jealous because she praised her elder brother but not him. Oh, but she liked to see her second brother jealous. The more anxious the second brother was, the more she liked to continue teasing him, so she looked at the world and refused to watch the second brother's delivery. The face in front of her was still kicking him with her short legs dangling in the belly of the table, and a polite knock on the door came from outside the house.

Next door, Mr. Ayan, who was praised by Ning Fengnian and his wife, was outside the gate. His guard looked a little embarrassed and held two skewers of meat in his hand.

Noticing Ning Erlang's gaze, he explained: "We went hunting in the mountains. We were lucky. A wild boar ran rampant and we took advantage of it."

Ningjiro: ...Is this okay?

He touched his chin and looked back at his sister with a deep expression: "Sister, smile for me to see?"

Xiaoxiao gave him a look.

Rong Yan belatedly realized that they came at the wrong time. He was used to three meals a day, but he had forgotten that ordinary farm families only had two meals a day. This was the time for the Ning family to have dinner.

The tangy aroma rushed straight into his nose. Rong Yan couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, and he forgot what he originally planned to say.

Xiaoxiao sighed twice: "You're here just in time. I have something to give you. Just wait for me."

Due to his upbringing, Rong Yan could not interrupt others, so he stood still and smiled at everyone in the Ning family.

Mrs. Song smiled from ear to ear. She felt that the young master did not have the arrogance of ordinary wealthy people. He was good-looking and polite, so she repeatedly asked him to come in and sit down.

Why bother to disturb others when they are having dinner? The Ning family and his wife warmly invited them, but Rong Yan could only decline politely. After a few back and forth, Xiaoxiao rushed back with a jar in her arms.

Mrs. Song held the man down and taught him in a not very stern tone: "Slow down, what does Feng Feng Huo Huo look like? Look at Mr. Ayan."

Xiaoxiao really looked over and just looked at it. She even commented seriously: "It's quite beautiful."