Chapter 213: Picnic (3)

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Xiao Yao's hands were full of chanterelle, and she didn't want to go to the distant river to wash her hands, squinting at Yan Yan's clothes, and while he was picking vegetables, he secretly grabbed his clothes and wiped them.
Immediately, the white clothes left two greasy fingerprints. The marks were too obvious, and she immediately dropped them.
But the hands were still greasy and disgusting. She glanced at the wind on the left, her eyes brightened: Emperor Hee He wore black clothes, this color is invisible to anybody, it is dirt-resistant, it is a must-have equipment for travel, unlike the evil , Actually wearing white clothes with sao bag.
So Xiao Yao secretly dragged Feng Luo's clothes and wiped his hands.
"What are you doing?" Feng Luoxi looked down at her hand.
Xiao Yao trembled and let go of his clothesline, and charmingly bent his mouth: "My brother's clothes are stained with something, I'll help you pick them clean."
"Yaoer, what is this again?" Yan Chi cried and couldn't help looking at the two handprints on the clothes on the left.
Xiao Yao scorned and accused him: "You don't talk too much about hygiene, how can you wipe your hands with clothes."
Yan Chi was speechless, and only this woman was able to marry a mischief without changing her face, and it was taken for granted.
Alas, the precious clothes produced by Caiyunfang of Beijing are scrapped, but these two fingerprints are really cute.
The opposite ministers laughed, their beards shaking. The princess was so interesting that she actually used the clothes of the emperor and the king of north qi as rags.
"Come, my brother eats a piece of chicken. It's not me who blows it. You have never eaten such a delicious chicken." Xiao Yao flattered a piece of chicken and put it in a bowl of Feng Luo.
Feng Luo licked his lips, tasted the chicken, and said, "This time, I've blown myself up. It's a good level. It's not bad, the flavor is unique, and the mouth is strong."
"Yaoer, what about me?" Yan Chi raised the bowl in front of her, and looked at her pitifully.
Xiao Yao watched his dark and dark eyes stare at him with affection, dropped a chicken skin, and quickly clamped another one into his bowl.
"Yao Er's clip is particularly delicious." Yan Chi sighed with satisfaction, and the minister opposite was already beard-smoked by his narcissism.