Chapter 128 Little Green Tea Nezha Nezha is very bored, ...

Nezha is boring, very boring, absolutely boring.

Any three-year-old child, who is lively and active and hated by everyone, would feel extremely bored if he were trapped in the small space of the inner house.

"Mom, when can I go out and play?" Nezha stayed in Yin Hua's arms and acted coquettishly, hoping that his mother would give in and let him go out to play.

Don't underestimate children's intelligence. They have an intuition sharper than that of wild animals and can intuitively perceive who is better, more indulgent, and more soft-hearted to them.

It is obvious that between Yin Hua and Li Jing, Nezha is closer to his mother and is more willing to seek a breakthrough from his mother when he needs something.

Yin Hua is a loving mother who dotes on her children. However, she is also very principled and knows the difference between doting and spoiling.

Under the current circumstances, not letting Nezha go out is the best thing for Nezha. Yin Hua certainly won't make such a mistake out of a momentary weakness.

She held Nezha in her arms and patiently comforted him, "Nezha is still young now. Children usually play in the inner courtyard. In two years, when Nezha grows up, he'll be able to go out and play."

"How long is that two years?"

"Two years is two years. As long as Nezha is patient, it will pass quickly."

"Oh, no, no, I want to go out and play now. I want to, I want to!"

"Nezha, be obedient." Yin Hua was patient, not the least bit annoyed by the child's nagging. She stroked Nezha's forehead and coaxed him, "Be good and I'll make your favorite lotus leaf chicken tonight, okay?"

Nezha thought about it and decided that although he hadn't achieved his goal of going out to play, he could eat lotus leaf chicken, so he stopped making a fuss. He hugged Yin Hua's neck, his mouth smeared with honey, and said, "Mother is the best. Nezha loves mother the most!"

At this moment, the maid came in and reported: "Madam, Third Young Master, Master Dai is here."

"Master Dai?"

As if triggered by a key word, Nezha immediately jumped out of his mother's arms, grabbed the maid's hand and asked, "Sister Xiaolian, where is Master Dai?"

When he was naughty, he was really naughty, and when he was well behaved, he was really lovable. Xiaolian liked him very much and said with a smile, "Master Dai is in the yard."

Nezha immediately ran over and grabbed Yin Hua: "Mother, let's go out quickly, don't keep Master Dai waiting for too long."

Yin Hua was a little amused. As he followed him out, he asked curiously, "Nezha, do you like Dai Zhenren very much?"

"Yeah." Nezha nodded repeatedly, his face full of affirmation.

Yin Hua felt even more puzzled: "But you only met her once, right? A month ago. Do you still remember her now?"

"Of course I remember, she was so beautiful." Nezha said as a matter of course, and raised his finger to point under his right eye, "Master Dai, there is a flower here, so beautiful!"

Yin Hua didn't know it was Fu Li's birthmark, so he smiled and said, "Master Dai is probably from Shuzhong, or has lived there for a long time. Sticking or painting flowers on your face is very popular among the women of Shuzhong."

As they were talking, the mother and son had already walked out the door, and Nezha saw Fu Li standing in the corridor at a glance.

His eyes lit up, he let go of his mother's hand and ran over, hugged Fu Li's legs, raised his head and asked a little aggrievedly: "Why did you come to see me just now? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Fu Li was a little surprised. She didn't expect that he could remember it so clearly and for so long at such a young age just because they met once and said a few words.

She squatted down to look him in the eye and explained seriously, "Something happened at home and it took me some time to deal with it, so I'm late."

Nezha also imitated her and said seriously: "No matter what happens, it won't work. If you want me to forgive you, you have to promise me one thing."

Yin Hua stepped forward and scolded, "Nezha, stop being rude!"

Nezha frowned in grievance, not looking at Yin Hua, but looking pitifully at Fu Li: "I've been waiting for you for a month, and I thought you wouldn't come. I'm so sad. It's just a small request, and you won't agree to it?"

Fu Li: “…………”

——At this moment, it’s hard to put it into words.

Seeing the embarrassment on Yin Hua's face, Fu Li smiled, reached into her sleeve and fumbled for a while, then took out a package and stuffed it into Nezha's hand.

"I was originally wondering what gift to give you, but now it seems unnecessary. This one is perfect for you."

Nezha looked at the paper bag in his hand curiously, then put it close to his nose and sniffed it: "This looks like the tea that Daddy and Mommy drink?"

Fu Li smiled and said, "Yes, this is the famous tea from Shu. I think it suits you very well."

——At such a young age, why does he smell like tea? Speaking of which, Lingzhuzi isn't like this either. Does reincarnation have such a big impact on the same soul?

Nezha's eyes curved into crescents, and he held the tea bag tightly in his arms. He said happily, "This is the first gift the immortal gave me. I will definitely keep it well."

Only then did he remember his mother and made a serious request: "Mother, please prepare a special box for me. I want to put all the gifts that the real person gave me in it."

Yin Hua tapped his forehead with amusement: "I really don't know whether I should praise you for being smart? A truly talented person just gave you one thing, and you're already thinking about the future?"

Nezha said confidently: "I am so cute, the real person must like me very much, and of course he will give me many gifts in the future."

He even shamelessly asked the person involved for confirmation: "It's a real person, a real person, isn't it?"

Fu Li couldn't hold it in anymore, she laughed and nodded, "Yes, you are right. However, you are my uncle's disciple, so you should call me Senior Sister."

This was an obvious opportunity to build closer ties, but Nezha didn't change his words immediately. Instead, he tilted his head and thought for a moment before asking, "How many senior sisters do I have?"

Fu Li counted on his fingers for a moment and shook his head: "There are so many disciples of the three religions, it's hard to count them all."

Although there are not many second-generation disciples who accept disciples, there are still many outer disciples who have inherited the tradition.

Nezha said unhappily, "Then I don't want to call you Senior Sister. It's not special at all."

Yin Hua said angrily, "Don't be rude." He then apologized to Fu Li, "The child is still young, and I haven't had time to teach him many things. Please forgive me for my impoliteness."

Fu Li smiled and said, "It's okay, Nezha is very cute."

"I told you so!" Nezha stuck out his tongue proudly, took a step forward, hugged Fu Li's neck, and said coquettishly, "Can I call you sister? No matter how many senior sisters I have, you are the most special one."

Fu Li just wanted to take advantage of Ling Zhuzi, so it didn't matter whether she was a senior sister or a sister. She nodded immediately and said, "Okay, whatever you say."

Fu Li felt secretly happy when she thought that he would restore Lingzhuzi's memory in the future.

——Hahaha, Lingzhuzi, you have come to this day!

Nezha didn't know what had happened before, he only knew that whenever he called her sister, Fu Li would feel particularly happy and would be more willing to call her sister.

As for Fu Li, she had gradually lost herself in the sweet voice of "Sister" from little Nezha.

But no matter how lost you are, you still have to do what you have to do.

After obtaining Yin Hua's consent, Fu Li took on the responsibility of Nezha's preschool education, mainly teaching him morality and etiquette.

It must be said that both Lingzhuzi and Nezha were far more intelligent and perceptive than ordinary people. Fu Li only taught him some lessons while reading and playing with him, and Nezha soon realized that he had gone too far in teasing the servants in the inner house.

He knew that the servants who cleaned the yard had to get up very early every day, the cooks in the kitchen were sweating profusely every day, the maids who served him had to be careful at all times to prevent him from getting hurt, and the guards at the gate were responsible for protecting the safety of the entire family.

Although his original intention was just to get them to play with him, his previous actions actually caused them a lot of trouble and added a lot of unnecessary workload.

Nezha em.

He squatted under the ginkgo tree, his hands supporting his chin, his eyes unconsciously staring at the ants moving, his whole body exuding a listless aura.

Fu Li came over, squatted down and asked, "It's going to rain, aren't you going back to the house?"

Nezha looked up pitifully, his eyes almost breaking as he looked at her: "Sister, I'm such a bad boy!"

Fu Li was startled and blurted out, "How could that be? You're so cute, everyone likes you so much."

"But...but I've caused a lot of trouble for everyone."

Fu Li understood what was going on. She smiled, touched his forehead, and said softly, "You were still young back then, and no one taught you what to do. No one would blame you. Because the clever Nezha realized his mistakes and would definitely correct them, right?"

Nezha nodded vigorously, his tone firm: "Of course I will correct it!"

Fu Li smiled and said, "Admitting one's mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue. Nezha is a good boy who admits his mistakes and corrects them. How could anyone not like you?"

Nezha's eyes lit up, and the decadent air disappeared.

He suddenly jumped up and ran to the kitchen.

"It's going to rain, where are you going?" Fu Li asked as she chased him.

Nezha ran and shouted, "I'm going to the kitchen. Aunt Jiang has dried a lot of sauce. Every time it rains, she has to wrap the sauce jars with oilcloth. I want to help her."

Fu Li didn't chase after him, but just took out a mirror to track him in real time.

Nezha ran quickly to the kitchen in the west yard, and saw Aunt Jiang and her daughter-in-law coming out of the house holding an oilcloth.

"Mrs. Jiang, Mrs. Guo, I'm here to help you!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward, snatched a piece of oilcloth from Mrs. Guo's hand, ran to the nearest jar of soy sauce, and tried to wrap the oilcloth around the mouth of the jar.

An embarrassing scene occurred: Nezha was too short and the jar was too high, so he couldn't reach it at all.

Mrs. Jiang and Mrs. Guo, who were a little slow to react, saw him staring at the jar of soy sauce with a red face, and smiled at each other knowingly.

Old Jiang leaned over and said, "Young Master, could you please pass the rope to us?"

Nezha was cheered up and nodded repeatedly.

Mrs. Guo stepped forward and took the oilcloth from his hand, then piled a bundle of hemp ropes at his feet and said, "These ropes are just the right length. One is enough for each jar of soy sauce."

Nezha nodded confidently, indicating that he understood.

So, Aunt Jiang and Aunt Guo went to wrap the jar of soy sauce separately, while Nezha was like a hardworking little bee, separating the hemp ropes one by one, running to Aunt Jiang and then to Aunt Guo.

As the hemp ropes at his feet dwindled, Nezha's sense of accomplishment grew. Even after all sixteen jars of sauce were wrapped, he still felt a bit unsatisfied.

Old Lady Jiang looked at the increasingly gloomy sky and advised, "Young Master, it's about to rain. Go back quickly and don't let Madam worry."

Thinking that his mother would be worried, Nezha said goodbye to Jiang Ai and her daughter-in-law without any hesitation, and ran back to the main courtyard.

"Mother, I'm helping Aunt Jiang and Aunt Guo wrap the sauce jars today!"