Dressed as the uncle of farming culture

Xiao Aiguo heaved a sigh of relief and told Mo Cheng not to let go, otherwise he would come to harm them.

The snow was from the day before yesterday. There is not much snow, there is a little bit on the ground, and more on the trees.

It was still raining lightly, but it was fine without an umbrella.

Mo Cheng didn't know that he had listened to Xiao Aiguo's words, but he didn't let go when he arrived in town anyway.

Xiao Le was also obedient, from Mo Cheng grabbing his wrist to grabbing his hand.

The street is very lively today, Xiao Le, who doesn't need to buy anything, is more jumpy than someone who wants to buy things. Sometimes he drags Mo Cheng to see Tang, sometimes he drags him to a meeting, and sometimes he drags him again Go to the meat.

Anyway, out of the ten items in Mo Cheng's basket, eight are Xiao Le's favorites.

In the end, Mo Cheng was numb, pointing to the peanut cake that Xiao Le was staring at, "Do you want this?"

"want!"

"Two catties, please."

Xiao Le quickly shook his hand, "Too many."

"many?"

Mo Cheng glanced at his stomach, "When you eat snacks, you are better than me when you eat."

I don't know how such a small stomach can hold so many things.

"Oh, it's not as powerful as you said."

Xiao Le looked embarrassed.

Mo Cheng pinched his neck fiercely, "Am I complimenting you?!"

"There's a sugarcane seller over there!" Xiao Le let him pinch it lightly. Before he got the peanut cake, his eyes started to look at the sugarcane seller.

Mo Cheng: ...just strangle him to death.