Rowan came back, carrying a few oil paper packages in his hands and placing them on the table. When he opened the packages, the smell was fragrant.
“Is there anyone selling roast chicken here?” Ye Qianning said the best.
"There is a house not far away. I bought it from them," Luo Wen said.
Ye Qianning raised his hand and tore up a chicken leg, then turned and handed it to his father.
"You eat, dad is not hungry." Xiang Minghou picked up the kettle and took a sip.
Ye Qianning brought it to his mouth.
Xiang Minghou couldn't resist, so he picked it up and started eating.
Ye Qianning raised his hand and twisted another chicken leg, put it into his mouth, and pushed the rest in the direction of Shui Xingqi with his little hand: "Young Master Shui."
"I'm not hungry."
Water travels along the Qidao.
Ye Qianning ate a chicken drumstick and was almost full. He washed his hands, stood up and looked towards the front of the crowd. There was still no sign of passage.
"You should sleep for a while. When the traffic passes, dad will call you." Xiang Minghou said.
Ye Qianning nodded and adjusted the chair back slightly. The folded chair could only be used for half-lying, which was much better than sleeping on the ground.
“My lords and ladies, my surname is Wan. The weather is hot and my husband can’t stand the heat. Could you please help me?” A man in his forties or fifties came over and saluted politely.
“The pavilion is so big that it can’t accommodate even one more person.” Ye Qianning closed her eyes and said slowly.
The man was stunned and just glanced at her, then his eyes fell on Shui Xingqi again: "Sir, my master is from Dongsi Wanwang Mansion."
This is to show your identity.
Shui Xingqi glanced lightly and said nothing.
The man was silent when he saw the person, and took out the silver from his arms: "Sir, it's convenient for me."
“Didn’t I just say that the pergola is so big.” Shui Xing Qi Dan said.
The man seemed to want to say something else, but the man had closed his eyes. He stared at the pergola curiously. It was cool, so cool! How can a shed be so cool?
The man turned around and left. The chill in his body suddenly disappeared, as if he had fallen into a steamer again. It was really painful.
Ye Qianning was indeed tired. She went directly into the space while lying down. It was not as comfortable as staying in the space anywhere.
Dundun saw him coming in and immediately came over.
"I'm a little sleepy. I'll play with you later." Ye Qianning touched its head.
Dundun nodded obediently and sat next to Ye Qianning.
The space is infinitely good, and the outside is like purgatory.
The number of people suffering from syncope and heatstroke is increasing every moment. Noises, cries, and curses rise and fall with each other.
Shui Xingqi listened to the sound in his ears and sighed in his heart. Fortunately, he was traveling with Miss Ye. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to bear this kind of weather.
He stretched out his hand to touch the small jade-like thing in his arms, and felt a cold feeling on his fingertips. It was because of this thing that they were not troubled by the high temperature.
Have never seen such a thing in the world.
The short time we got together has completely overturned Shui Xingqi’s understanding over the years.
The Shuiyuan tribe has been hiding from the world for many years, and now they are like a frog in a well.
“Young Master, this Young Master…” the voice came again.
Shui Xingqi turned his head and saw the middle-aged man supporting a man in his fifties, followed by two young ladies in rich clothes.
Wan Wangye led a son and a daughter into the pavilion, and immediately felt the coolness.
“Brother, it’s really much cooler.” Wan Lingling whispered.
Wan Weizhi also found it unbelievable, it was indeed cool, and he looked at the people in the pavilion with his eyes.
Wan Wangye’s cheeks turned red from the heat, he felt sick, and almost suffered from heat stroke. He finally felt more comfortable near the pergola.
