Chapter 43 Mole Under the Lip
After moving the flowerpots, Cong Chun began to loosen the soil with great effort.
He took a small shovel, turned over the soil, and then scattered some fertilizer nearby.
Just then, the fifty-six pieces of fertilizer he bought for the periwinkle arrived, so Cong Chun could apply the fertilizer at the same time.
Cong Chun felt he had saved a lot of money. This fertilizer would cost over 100 yuan if purchased separately, but it only cost 56 yuan when he bought it with two other netizens.
The shopping app is called "Duopinpin". Cong Chun accidentally clicked on an ad and it automatically downloaded to his phone's home screen. However, Cong Chun found the shopping app to be very useful.
Many things on it are very affordable; he has already found a lot of seeds for just a few cents.
The Duan family's beautiful flowerpots will be used to plant newly purchased seedlings. In fact, these seedlings have been growing for some time, and some have even formed flower buds. They look vibrant and growing well.
However, Cong Chun was a skilled farmer, born with a wood spirit root.
He discussed the matter of planting flowers with the gardener hired by the Duan family and quickly got the hang of it.
Next, Cong Chun cut open the mouths of several empty bottles he had collected earlier, made them into simple flower pots, and planted the seeds he had bought on a shopping app.
Before long, the boy's nose was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Cong Chun planted strawberries, and he plans to move them into his temporary room later.
At lunchtime, the mother and son sat together at the table, completely silent, without exchanging a word.
To maintain her figure, Yun Lanshuang has always eaten very little.
Over here, Yun Lan Shuang had just taken two sips of soup, and this was already Duan Shao Ye's second bowl of rice.
Duan Mingxiao has a huge appetite, practically an iron stomach, and no matter how much the young master eats, he only grows taller, not heavier.
When Duan Mingxiao was seven or eight years old, Yun Lanshuang was not very familiar with her son at first. At that time, he was still a primary school student and was as thin as a bamboo pole.
Every time I returned to the Duan family home, I saw Duan Mingxiao's appetite. He would eat three bowls of rice in one meal and finish all the dishes in front of him.
He thought it was a servant of the Duan family secretly mistreating Duan Mingxiao and not letting his son eat his fill.
To everyone's surprise, it was her son's enormous appetite that made him unable to gain weight no matter how much he ate.
Yun Lanshuang was worried about this for several days and took Duan Mingxiao to the hospital for a check-up.
However, once people are full, they are prone to having excess energy. Duan Mingxiao's physical strength far exceeded that of his peers since childhood, and he even secretly went abroad to play extreme sports in his early years.
He tried everything from skydiving and diving to skiing, surfing, and rock climbing, and Duan Mingxiao could master them in about a month. The young master even got a helicopter pilot's license.
Cong Chun, who was working on planting flowers nearby, had just finished after a busy morning.
They have a set mealtime.
Today, the servants of the Duan family enjoyed a lavish meal, consisting of two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes.
Cong Chun went into the kitchen and served the food, including a large chicken leg in the bowl.
Cong Chun was holding the food in his hands when he suddenly felt an itch in his ankle.
The boy looked down and saw Mengmeng sticking out her tongue, circling around him.
Rottweilers are large dogs and make excellent guard dogs.
However, dogs resemble their owners; they are just as shameless.
Mengmeng has a bad reputation among the servants; many flower seedlings in the backyard were killed by this darling dog.
Otherwise, they would frequently "escape" to go out and fool around, and finding the dog was always a tough job that no one wanted to do.
The adorable dog's shameless paws tugged at Cong Chun's trouser leg, trying to get something from him.
Cong Chun was initially puzzled, until he picked up a chicken leg from the plate, and Mengmeng suddenly barked loudly a few times, its tail held high, looking very excited.
Cong Chun walked to the side, waved his hand, and told it that Mengmeng couldn't.
There's only one chicken leg, it can't be given to Mengmeng, it belongs to Cong Chun.
Cong Chun walked away, trying to avoid it, but Mengmeng still followed relentlessly, seemingly determined not to give up until it achieved its goal.
Mengmeng pounced on her again, and with a tearing sound, it was the sound of fabric being ripped.
This time, they tore a big hole in Cong Chun's pants.
Cong Chun was stunned for a moment, feeling a chill on his calves. His pants were torn, and he lost his appetite.
Duan Mingxiao appeared behind Cong Chun without anyone noticing.
Upon seeing this scene, the young master couldn't help but lower his head and chuckle to himself.
Cong Chun was a little anxious; he was hungry and wanted to have lunch.
Cong Chun turned his head and glared at Duan Mingxiao, who was watching the show from the side. The young master suddenly composed himself, pretending to be serious, but there was still a faint smile in his eyes.
The Rottweiler immediately sat obediently to the side, pretending to be stupid. It always treated people differently depending on their status. Cong Chun often indulged its good temper, so it wasn't afraid.
And its father said he was going to kill it, which is really possible. Last time, it offended Young Master Duan and lost all its testicles.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow and parted his thin lips slightly.
"What's wrong."
Cong Chun sounded somewhat angry.
"Mengmeng wanted to eat my chicken leg, but I didn't give it to him."
They even tore his few pairs of pants.
Cong Chun glanced down at the seam of his pants; they were completely ripped open.
If the slit in his pants were any higher, you could see his underwear.
Fortunately, he wore his oldest pants today specifically for planting flowers.
Duan Mingxiao frowned, his tone feigning a threat as he spoke to the Rottweiler on the ground, regardless of whether it understood him or not.
"He eats chicken legs all day long, he's almost turned into a pig."
"If you don't behave, I'll send you to the pigsty to sleep with the pigs."
[I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter, Chun Chun looks so silly.]
Upon hearing this, Rottweiler grunted a few times in dissatisfaction.
But the next second, the young master's handsome face suddenly came close and he said something surprising. Duan Mingxiao stared at the mole below Cong Chun's lips for a long time, then raised his eyebrows and spoke in a casual tone.
"How come you got food on your face?"
[Why would Chun bring himself a sesame seed to eat as a midnight snack?]
Cong Chun paused for a moment, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she reached out a finger to touch the mole on her lower lip.
"This one?"
"Young master, this is a mole."
Duan Mingxiao reached out, his rough fingertips casually stroking the mole on Cong Chun's lips.
It has a slightly protruding feel.
Startled, Cong Chun took a step back, holding his tray. "What does the young master want to lick? Sesame seeds?"
Duan Mingxiao looked at him with a deep, unreadable gaze.
Cong Chun then carefully picked up the chicken leg.
"Young master, would you like a chicken leg?"
The young master chuckled, tilted his head, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"What is it, Cong Chun?"
"Do you think I'm a dog?"
This young master doesn't like chicken legs.
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