Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Jun Shiyan responded in a low voice: "Yes."

The little girl squatted in front of him, the little one, she was cute when she was eating with a bowl, and the food was delicious.

Until the bowl bottomed out, he licked his lips with intent, and looked up at him with a smile: "Then I'll go."

Just about to get up.

"Wait a minute." Jun Shiyan grabbed her, took her small oily hand, and wiped it clean with a wet tissue.

The girl's hands are white and thin, her fingers are long and beautiful, and they are as white as jade. She uses a grasshopper pinched between her **** and her thumb, and only **** have oil.

The little girl looked at him with her cheeks bulging. She felt very obedient and didn't withdraw her hand. She just mumbled quietly: "You don't need to wipe it, you have to work. I didn't wash my hands when I returned.

Jun Shiyan kept watching the little girl walk to the door, then turned to see him again, and finally abducted her and disappeared. She felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach, so she retched her stomach with her fingers.

"Master!" An Yan ran up hurriedly in fright: "Wait a moment, I will get the medicine."

When Ling Sheng went back, Ji Fanchen and Shi Lingyu had just arrived home.

The smell of cow dung in Ji Fanchen's body floated directly into his nostrils.

Ling Sheng walked around him two meters away, covering his nose, using his whole body to interpret his disgust: "You go wash and bathe and change clothes!"

"Is it that serious?" Ji Fanchen subconsciously sniffed, is it so unpleasant? Why can't he smell it.

And besides her, others didn't react that much!

The people in the show group lowered their heads, suffocated their smiles, and felt that it was not good to cover their noses. They all insisted on giving him face!

"Look at them all holding it back. I am embarrassed to say that you are the only honest person." Ling Sheng finished speaking and glanced at the show group contemptuously.

"But how do I take a bath?" Ji Fanchen was embarrassed, thought for a moment, and pointed to the opposite corner: "Or I will pull a curtain over there, and you will rush it later."

On their side, it is a slum house. Except for sleeping and eating, there is nothing to do. Even to go to a toilet, you have to run two hundred meters to use the public.

"It doesn't work for you to rush it." Ling Sheng thought about it seriously: "I will fry the grasshoppers immediately. You take a bowl and go to the opposite side. Ask them to borrow the bathroom and wash them well."

Opposite is the mansion, the bathroom and bathroom are all complete.

Ji Fanchen frowned and smelled it again, as if there was such a smell. He smelled it all afternoon, and his nose couldn't smell it anymore.

Mourning went to the other side and glanced back, and looked at Ling Sheng: "We have discussed it, you will give us two plates of fried grasshoppers and give you ten catties of flour."

Ling Sheng: "One hundred catties."

Mourning: "Twenty catties."

Ling Sheng: "A thousand catties."

Mourning blushed and his neck was thick: "Get out!"

"Why are you angry? If you have something to discuss, and if you have something to say, we are all civilized people, 30 kilograms, no price, or we will finish eating by ourselves!" Ling Sheng looked at him with a smile and discussed.

Mourning was so mad at her bargaining that she said angrily: "Thirty catties is 30 catties, we want three dishes!"

"Just two dishes, do you want love." Ling Sheng finished speaking, turned around and left, keeping his mouth free: "The grasshopper will drink, the more you have it."

At night, Mourning would drink so many small drinks to relieve his greed, whether he was working or not. He gritted his teeth when thinking of drinking and eating grasshoppers, it’s so beautiful: "Two dishes are two!"