Small cannon fodder is becoming beautiful every day [Quick Transmigration]

Hua Yang was sobbing and weeping pitifully, the tip of her nose was red, and her phoenix eyes lost their former brilliance.

Li Zhao's heart trembled, and he walked quickly, but he avoided him.

"Why are you crying?"

Li Zhao followed, gently stroked the hair on his cheek, and asked worriedly, "Who bullied you?"

Hua Yang shook his head, he was too stupid, he didn't know anything, he only made people angry.

Thinking about it, he felt dejected, tears fell down his soft and beautiful face, like pear blossoms covered with raindrops, weak and miserable.

Li Zhao's heart ached, even though there were tens of thousands of deceptive poems, they were all stuck in his throat.At this moment, he is no longer the noble son who is full of witty words.

In the yard, a group of old hens were watching a play, which angered a big jealous rooster.

It rushed forward with arrogance, screaming, like a domineering general, waving its sharp claws, climbing onto Huayang's back, and pecking at the top of his head.

"Oh, it hurts so much—" Hua Yang covered her head and cried bitterly.

Li Zhao was so angry that he swung it hard, but the big rooster avoided it cleverly.

The big rooster came proudly, swaggering, and wanted to fight again, but was chased and beaten by Li Zhao, and fled in embarrassment.

"Oh oh oh..."

The big rooster fled into the chicken coop, making a fuss, but was punished by Li Zhao.

When he came out, Li Zhao took off the chicken feathers on his body, and there was an old wooden box hidden behind him.

"Huayang, guess what's in my hand?"

"What?" Hua Yang wiped away her tears and craned her neck curiously.

"Look, a wooden box."

Hua Yang was discouraged, and said dejectedly, "A dilapidated set of the Four Treasures of the Study."

Li Zhao was stunned, "How do you know?" When he opened it, it was really a set of old writing.

"Don't cry anymore, I'll teach you how to write." Li Zhao took great pains to make him happy.

"Wow, can I learn it?"

"You're so smart, you must be able to learn it soon."

Hua Yang smiled through tears, his eyes were as clear as blue waves, his red lips were slightly parted, and his gaze was breathtaking.

It just so happened that there was a stone table in the yard, and the two of them were very close to each other, breathing intertwinedly.

Hua Yang was full of interest, grabbed the pen, read it over and over again, and even sniffed slightly.

"You don't have the right sense to hold a pen." Li Zhao walked behind him, held his delicate right hand, and said with a smile, "You call me brother, and I'll teach you."

Hua Yang smiled like a flower, and shouted sweetly and softly: "Brother Li Zhao, you are the best, I like you so much."

Li Zhao paused, his heart was filled with joy, lightly, as if falling into a dream, he said in a trance, "I like you the most too..."

Li Zhao leaned down, sniffing the rich fragrance with the tip of his nose, feeling the warmth of the person in his arms, delicate and soft, like a clear spring rippling.

Soon, two words were written on the musty paper.

"Huayang, this is your name."

Looking at the strokes on the paper, a strange sense of satisfaction lingered in his heart, and Hua Yang sighed: "Writing is really fun."

After teaching it three times, Huayang learned it. Although the writing is crooked, he is talented and intelligent.

"Li Zhao, you are amazing."

Just as Li Zhao wanted to say a few words of modesty, he heard him say, "Teach me to write Li Chong's name."

In an instant, his smile froze, and he said inaudibly: "His name is too difficult, let me teach you how to write my name."

"Okay."

Hua Yang decided that he would study hard in the future and learn a lot of words.

Suddenly, Li Chong walked out of the room with a basin of water in his hand. Seeing this scene, he paused, turned around and went in.

As the sun sets in the west, bursts of fragrance permeate the air, arousing greedy insects to make trouble.

There was a knock on the door.

Li Chong stood outside the kitchen holding a bowl of fragrant chicken soup, "Hua Yang, would you like to try it?"

Hua Yang was so hungry that she squatted pitifully in the yard, trying to reach out, but embarrassed.

Li Chong kept silent, turned around and went in again, and when he came out again, he was holding a bamboo basket in his hand, and said as he walked, "I'll bring some chicken to Dr. Li, you can eat first."

After saying that, he strode out the door.

Hua Yang and Li Zhao looked at each other, walked into the kitchen, looked at the chicken soup and side dishes on the table, their stomachs growling with hunger.

However, Li Chong hadn't returned yet, so they couldn't eat first.

Li Zhao thought for a while, and his eyes lit up: "Huayang, do you want to eat baked eggs?"

In the yard, there is a flock of chickens, which must have eggs.

Hua Yang's eyes straightened, and he nodded in surprise.

So, the two held hands, touched the chicken coop, and stole three eggs from a group of fierce old hens.

In the kitchen, they nestled in front of the stove, staring at each other, um... how are eggs baked?

Hua Yang stared at Li Zhao with clear eyes, and licked her lower lip frequently with a small lilac tongue.

With a beautiful woman by your side, you can't make a fool of yourself.

With a calm expression, Li Zhao threw the egg into the red burning coals, looking confident.

"Crackling—" The egg broke.

"How could it be?" Li Zhao turned pale with shock, and picked up the ashes with a stick, "Didn't the eggs be baked with charcoal?"

He came from an extraordinary background and lived a life without worrying about food and clothing, so he couldn't cook.

Hua Yang was a little disappointed, her stomach became more and more hungry, she leaned her head on his shoulder, and said weakly, "Brother Li Zhao, can you do it?"

Li Zhao was stimulated by the sound of "brother", and the inexplicable throbbing stirred his heart, "Okay!"

Immediately, Li Zhao fiddled with some charcoal fire at the mouth of the stove.

Crackling——

A piece of charcoal burst suddenly, and the red charcoal dust fell to the ground, instantly igniting the pine branches on the ground.

The two screamed, one stepped on the flames, and the other kicked away the firewood. In a panic, the fire intensified.

Thick smoke billowed and filled the kitchen. The two of them coughed and their eyes were so smoked that they couldn't keep their eyes open.

"Huayang, get out of the way—"

Before he finished speaking, Li Zhao poured a basin of water, and the fire was extinguished with white smoke.

Hua Yang's heart was pounding, startled and frightened, he touched his cheek with tears in his eyes.

Looking at the messy kitchen, the two looked at each other in dismay.

"Then... let's clean up."

Li Zhao felt a little guilty. They lived under the fence and almost set the kitchen on fire. He felt ashamed and couldn't rest, so he cleaned it up quickly.

After a while, the two were sweating profusely.

Li Zhao scooped up a basin of water, wiped his face for him, and urged, "Take off your clothes and shake the dust."

"Yeah," Hua Yang nodded obediently, while undressing, he urged: "Let's hurry up before Li Chong comes back."

Soon, the two were only wearing their underwear, and they looked out frequently while arranging their messy hair.

"Oh, he's back!" Hua Yang turned pale with shock, and muttered, "Oops, we've caused trouble, and we're going to be scolded."

Li Zhao locked the door and shouted urgently, "Get dressed quickly."

The next moment, a tall and mighty figure came over, pushed the door, and paused in doubt.

"Huayang, are you in there?"

Hua Yang's heart trembled, and he raised his voice and said, "We're not here."

Startled, Li Zhao covered his mouth.

"Woooooo..." Hua Yang struggled, and said vaguely: "Let...let me..."

Li Chong's face was ashen, and he pushed the door heavily: "Open the door, open the door quickly!"

Li Zhao's hands and feet were cold, and he stammered, "Come on... here..."

However, Li Chongsheng was afraid that Huayang would be bullied, so he kicked open the door.

"boom--"

Inside the house, the two people were hugging each other in disheveled clothes, their faces were terrified, as if they had seen a ghost.

The author has something to say: Li Zhao: This is a coincidence, do you believe it or not?

Hua Yang: That's right...it's a coincidence...

System: I can testify that none of this is a coincidence!

Li Chong: Stop talking.