Shen Fangli looked over when she heard the sound, and saw Fatty standing on trembling tiptoes and only able to touch the edge of the table.
She covered her chest and said, "I always feel that our consciences are very bad."
No matter who looks at this scene, Fatty looks like a poor little guy being bullied by two unscrupulous adults.
Yan Xianjue is an evil and unscrupulous capitalist, so Yan Xianjue has no conscience.
He even said, "Don't run around, Fatty. I'm going to take my sister to the back to pick dates."
"Okay!" Fatty nodded heavily and agreed obediently.
After a pause, he blinked and said, "Fatty wants to eat too."
Yan Xianjue nodded indifferently, without saying whether he agreed or not.
Shen Fangli poked Yan Xianjue's arm: "That kid seems to really like you, and he doesn't know how to hold a grudge."
Yan Xianjue felt that she was a little puzzled: "I'm such a good person, why would he hold a grudge against me?"
Shen Fangli: “???”
"The young master really has no self-awareness at all." A second later, Shen Fangli sighed.
Yan Xianjue glanced over calmly and asked, "Do you want to eat the dates that the young master picked?"
“Hehe, yes!” Shen Fangli’s expression changed.
The jujube trees in the Taoist temple are not grown like fruit trees. They are only used by children in the village as snacks, or by passers-by in the village who come to pick a few to quench their thirst.
Yan Xianjue didn’t have any suitable tools, so he simply climbed up the tree and reached out to pick the fruits.
Shen Fangli held her chin up and said below: "I am really a bad guy who helps the evil."
Yan Xianjue responded by hitting her on the head with a light date.
Shen Fangli rubbed her head, then raised the small basket: “Be careful not to prick your hands, there are so many thorns.”
Yan Xianjue replied lazily, "I know. I'm not stupid."
The date trees produced a good yield, and Yan Xianjue picked and chose and finally filled a basket.
"Would you like to pick some for your dad before you go back tomorrow?"
Shen Fangli: “Forget it, it’s too troublesome, I might as well order a takeaway for him.”
In modern society, there are fruit stores everywhere, and the products sent by express delivery are not as fresh as those in the fruit stores.
Yan Xianjue nodded: "It's almost time for us to go back. We have to come back in the afternoon."
Shen Fangli responded: “Okay.”
"Little brother and little sister, mom is calling you back for dinner!"
Before the Maimai people arrived at the Taoist temple, a voice came from afar.
Shen Fangli and Yan Xianjue looked at each other and smiled knowingly at the same time.
Shen Fangli: "Your sense of time is quite accurate."
Yan Xianjue raised his chin proudly: "Of course."
Shen Fangli laughed secretly in her heart. Whenever this happened, Yan Xianjue really acted like a proud big cat.
But she didn't dare say this to his face, for fear that he would get angry again.
Even the ceramic figurine, she originally wanted to hold in her arms was a nimble Siberian forest cat, but considering Yan Xianjue's mood, she later changed it to a leopard.
She picked up a few dates that looked good, washed them, gave the largest one to Yan Xianjue, and then gave one to each of the two children who had run up to them.
Yan Xianjue took the basket from her hand. The fruit basket full of dates was still quite heavy, and Shen Fangli did not refuse.
But Fatty looked left and right. Yan Xianjue was holding a fruit basket in one hand and holding Shen Fangli's hand in the other, pouting and wanting to cry again.
Mai Mai knocked him on the head and said, "Fatty is a little crybaby."
Fatty blinked his eyes: "Fatty is not a crybaby, Fatty also wants his brother to hold him."
Yan Xianjue: “???”
Yan Xianjue whispered in Shen Fangli's ear: "He might be stupid. It seems that after graduating from university, he can only come back to inherit the Taoist temple. Otherwise, it will be difficult to make a living outside."
Shen Fangli couldn’t stand him anymore, so she punched him in the backhand: “How can you talk like that?”
Yan Xianjue was worried that Pangdun would cry again after hearing this, so he could only whisper, "That's right."
She was crying because she was bullied by him, but she still wanted him to hug her. What's the difference between this and asking the murderer to comfort him?
Shen Fangli: "So you know you are bullying others."
Yan Xianjue didn't want to answer this question and whistled.
Shen Fangli looked down at Fatty, who, though a little aggrieved, was still holding Mai Mai's hand and following him obediently: "Fatty, do you want a hug from your sister?"
Fatty nibbled his fingers and stole a glance at Yan Xianjue's expression.
Yan Xianjue: “…No!”
Shen Fangli couldn't believe it: "Brother, he is only three or four years old."
Do you eat all this vinegar?
Yan Xianjue snorted coldly, put the fruit basket in Fatty's hands, then picked Fatty up and put him in his arms, saying unhappily, "That's it, let's go."
Fatty said happily: "Thank you, brother!"
Yan Xianjue rolled his eyes.
Judging from his past record, being someone's brother is not an easy job.
Typical representatives are Yan Yian and Yan Ci, one provides money and the other provides labor.
He held Fatty in one hand and extended his other hand, which Shen Fangli readily shook.
Mai Mai tilted her head and commented, "Little brother, you are so clingy."
"You were hiding from your mother last time..."
Before Mai Mai could finish what she was saying, Shen Fangli covered her mouth with her hand.
At this moment, Shen Fangli sincerely suspected that Yan Xianjue would secretly kill her later.
How come this little girl speaks so quickly?
"Maimai, can you hold hands with your sister?"
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