Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

In the following days, Mr. Weasel built a house during the day, and got along with the little squirrel day and night in a tent at night.

Sometimes he was very itchy and couldn't help molesting the little squirrel. Whenever this happened, he would be beaten up by the suddenly irritable little squirrel with a wooden spoon.

After being taught a lesson, Mr. Weasel settled down for a while.

But after beating and beating, Mr. Weasel became more stern, and every time he raised his paw to actively admit his mistakes, but he dared to do it next time!

But after getting along for this period of time, Mr. Squirrel seems to be less resistant to Mr. Weasel than at the beginning.

Things have to start with building a house.

It took a whole month. Mr. Weasel finished work later and later every day, and sometimes he would turn on the lights to fight at night, and finally completely imitated the small tree house drawn on the blueprint.

The size of the small tree house has doubled several times compared to before, mainly because Mr. Weasel deliberately widened the area. If the little squirrel lived alone, it would not be able to use such a large space, but if it was a wedding room, it would be used to live with two goblins. It couldn't be more appropriate.

Facing south is the bedroom, which has its own washroom, and the bedroom extends out to a large terrace.

Facing the north is the kitchen, with a living room in the middle. There is an arched door on one wall of the living room. Walking inside is the storage room dug in the tree hole.

There is a beautiful spiral staircase in the corner of the living room, which leads directly to the second floor, which is opened up into two studios of equal size.

The topmost floor is a small triangular attic with an arched floor-to-ceiling window.

There is also a row of small stairs connecting the small tree house to the ground.

The sunny greenhouse that the little squirrel is most looking forward to is built on the ground, and is surrounded by a small fence around the outer circle of the whole big tree.

In this circular small garden, Mr. Weasel took pains to build a small gazebo, a small fish pond, and a small swing hanging on the roots of the protruding trees.

Wearing a white turban on his head and a simple and cool vest with big pants on his body, Mr. Weasel held a small hammer in his paws, knocking here and there twice, he was very busy.

And the little squirrel held a cookbook in his paws, sitting in the shade of a tree, and seemed to be reading seriously, but his mind was not on the food described in the book at all.

do not know why?Recently, his gaze has been uncontrollably following the back of Mr. Weasel, and he thinks that Mr. Weasel, who is serious about building houses, is handsome and naughty.

Mr. Squirrel covered his small chest with one paw, feeling that the mouse's face was hot, and his little heart was beating non-stop.

oh!Holy mouse Maria!Did he suffer from some terrible terminal illness?

If you have time, go to the clinic in the small town of Varta and ask Dr. Woodpecker to take a look.

It took more than a month, and the brand-new small tree house was completed today. It stands to reason that the construction task that Mr. Squirrel announced in the Fairy Guild has been overfulfilled, but Mr. Weasel did not want to leave just like that.

He packed all the tools into the small tool box one by one, and walked towards Mr. Squirrel under the shade with the small tool box.

Mr. Squirrel thought that Mr. Weasel was leaving, and came to him just to say goodbye to him.

For some reason, the tip of his nose felt sore. Mr. Squirrel drooped his ears listlessly, and buried his little head in the book, like a little quail escaping from reality.

He wanted Mr. Weasel to stay for a longer period of time and work with him to decorate the small tree house into an ideal look, even if... even if he had to pay an extra 5000 pence for it.

"Little monster, that, the small tree house is completely built, take a look, are you satisfied?" Mr. Weasel scratched his head and asked tentatively.

"Well, I... I saw that Mr. Huang Lang's craftsmanship is really good."

After a question and an answer, the air suddenly became quiet, and the two goblins were fighting with gods in their hearts, entangled and sad, and didn't know how to speak.

Mr. Weasel was the first to lose his composure. He was about to tell the truth about his nonsensical request, but the little squirrel opened his mouth before him.

"That... that, Mr. Huang Lang, I... can I ask you to decorate the tree house with me? I will pay you an extra penny, it's just... just I don't have that much money right now, but... ...May I pay on credit first?" Mr. Squirrel squeezed his paws, so ashamed that he didn't even dare to lift his eyelids.

God, he is such a shameless rat, how can he make such an unreasonable request?

Credit?However, after Mr. Weasel heard this, the whole wolf became excited.

Of course you can pay on credit!

At that time, he can use his identity as a creditor to force the little squirrel who has no money to repay the debt to use his body to repay the debt.

The weak and helpless little squirrel was intimidated by his domineering golden wolf, crying on the balcony, and the grove was stuffed with the sauce he turned over and over again, and a lot of underage goblins were omitted in the middle. Content, at the end of the story, the weak little squirrel lived a harmonious and happy life with the golden wolf who made him love and hate.

ah!It must be like this, that's right, the popular romance novels in the small town are all written like this.

"Of course it's ok, mob. We need materials for decoration. Let's go to Valta town to buy it now!" Mr. Weasel's tail was wagging happily behind him, revealing the happy mood of the owner at the moment.

"Let's take a rest first. You just finished work. Are you tired? I... I'll make some fruit tea." After speaking, Mr. Squirrel dropped the menu and ran out quickly.

The furniture that had been moved out of the small tree before was piled up in the shade in an orderly manner. Mr. Squirrel found a small floral apron, wrapped it around skillfully, and started to get busy.

Make a cup of Strawberry Lele Tea today.

Mr. Squirrel kept a small pot of black tea, which he bought at Miss Hummingbird's tea shop. The small pot cost him 100 pence.

In fact, there are wild tea leaves in the Fairy Forest, but Mr. Squirrel has not moved to the countryside of Varta town for a long time, so he has never had the opportunity to pick them.

Next time, he will definitely not miss the maturity period of the tea leaves. Not only will he be able to stock up a batch by himself, but he can also sell the excess tea leaves at a stall in the small town of Varta, earning pennies to subsidize his family.

Mr. Squirrel took out a pinch of black tea from the small pot he kept, put it into a small aluminum pot, added spring water, and slowly brewed it into a tea-red color.

Take out the tea leaves that have faded on the surface, scoop in a small spoonful of the strawberry jam that was made before, and continue to stir and cook.

After the strawberry jam was diluted into the black tea, Mr. Squirrel quickly turned off the fire, poured the juice into a small glass prepared earlier, and put it in cold water to cool down.

Taking advantage of this time, the squirrel went to his small vegetable garden to pick a big and plump strawberry. After washing it, he removed the stem, made a small hole in the strawberry with a knife, and put it upside down on the transparent rim of the glass.

When you're done, Mr. Squirrel, holding Strawberry Lele Tea in his arms, ran to Mr. Weasel to claim credit.

"Mr. Huang Lang, this... this is the strawberry Lele tea I just made, can you taste it?"

Although he doesn't know how to build houses, he is good at cooking food and is an excellent little tailor.

For some reason, Mr. Squirrel hopes that Mr. Weasel can also see the advantages in him. Although he is timid and a bit shy, he is actually a very strong little fairy who loves life.

Even the old lady Totoro said that if any little goblin was lucky enough to marry him, it would be really lucky.

The little squirrel raised its small face, its sparkling eyes continuously transmitted its brain waves to Mr. Weasel, as if it was constantly urging: "Hurry up, praise me!"

Mr. Weasel's cute blood tank was emptied in an instant. He took Mr. Squirrel's fruit tea, poured it full, and then racked his brains to collect from the scarce vocabulary in order not to disappoint the little squirrel. With words of praise: "Wow, this is really a fruit tea kissed by God. It has a refreshing taste, overflowing with tea fragrance, lingering fragrance on the mouth, delicious in appearance..."

God, four-character idioms and so on, it's really embarrassing for him, a wolf of science and technology.

However, the little squirrel was very happy when he heard it, and he retorted in a low voice, seeming to be very modest: "Actually...it's not as delicious as you said~" But the big tail raised high and turned his mouth Xiao Ziyi betrayed her completely.

oh!What a duplicitous little goblin.Mr. Weasel thought so.

After drinking the fruit tea, Mr. Weasel decided to take Mr. Squirrel to the small town of Varta to buy daily necessities to decorate the newly renovated small tree house.

Cabinets, desks and small beds, Mr. Weasel, as an excellent construction craftsman, is easy to build. They went to the town of Varta this time to buy some exquisite gadgets.

For example, small ceramic tea sets, pastoral-style curtains, paint used to paint walls, yarn balls that can be used to weave blankets, and small hanging baskets hung outside the windows to feed flowers and plants...

Mr. Squirrel bit the end of the crayon and carefully listed all the daily necessities he could think of into a small list.

Mr. Weasel stood behind Mr. Squirrel, adding a sentence from time to time, but every time he made a small suggestion, Mr. Squirrel's eyes would shine.

Mr. Weasel, who got serious, is really a different wolf from the rogue who always likes to glib, which made the little squirrel's little heart lose its rhythm for no reason.

O Holy Mouse Maria!He must be terminally ill, Mr. Squirrel thought desperately.