Chapter 909 The True Little Lolita Trap [Seeking Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month]
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What's the most effective way to deal with little girls...?
It's not a lollipop.
Eating, drinking, and having fun—these four words are enough.
Li Yu, this little girl, clearly falls for this first approach.
As for taking her to a corner and secretly bringing up her father to scare her.
It's obviously not going to work.
Having been away from home for so long, this little girl who's sucking her nails might be closer to her master, Yu Nianyuan, than her unlucky father, Li Yu. If she runs back and reports him, she could take down Ouyang Rong, and that would be a real mess.
"It seems I can only rely on hard skills; cooking skills are also a form of skill."
Ouyang Rong nodded silently.
However, after observing for the past few days, Ouyang Rong has a small point of doubt.
Every time Li Shu visits the dining hall, she looks like a greedy little cat with longing eyes. Why does she never take the initiative to ask the cooks for food from the pot?
You're just feasting your eyes, not filling your stomach, right?
Moreover, the other people in the dining hall seemed to ignore her, each busy with their own things.
This is clearly somewhat unreasonable.
Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment.
"Forget it, we'll find out by trying."
Ouyang Rong continued to work, pretending not to see Li Shu, who was eagerly gnawing on her fingers.
Soon, lunch was over, and Li Shu, before lunch, also ran out of the dining hall, pulling on a thin line and a fish.
Ouyang Rong remained patient, and before dinner in the afternoon, he met the short-legged loli and her fish-like attendant as scheduled.
The two of them, one human and one fish, eagerly "patrolled" the stove again, then tucked in their water-soaked thumbs and ran out the door...
Having roughly figured out her usual routine, Ouyang Rong finished his shift on time after dinner and returned home at sunset.
As Ouyang Rong took out his key to open the door in the twilight, he heard the creaking sound of a door opening next door.
"Brother Liang is back?"
Li Wan's gentle voice came through.
"Um."
The two thatched courtyards were adjacent to each other, separated by a low earthen wall. Ouyang Rong was tall and could vaguely see the scene in Li Wan's courtyard.
Li Wan stepped out of the door, wearing a thin long dress, her wet black hair tied up with a hair tie and gathered to one shoulder, dressed like a housewife.
A little steam rose from the bathroom door behind her, and Ouyang Rong could faintly smell a fresh scent of soap.
Li Wan appeared to have just finished bathing, carrying a basket of dirty clothes in her arms, her gait somewhat languid.
"Did the Sun family speak with you?"
"Um."
"How's the stove situation? Did you break your promise?"
“I have agreed.” Ouyang Rong nodded. “Thank you, Madam.”
"You're too kind. That's fine. You'll get things done once you take the money. That's honest enough... Unlike some of the country women on the island, who are stupid and wicked, pretending to be dumb to swindle money."
Li Wan grimaced and muttered a complaint.
"Uh-huh."
Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes, did not approach the wall to chat with her in detail, and went straight to the main house to open the door.
Li Wan walked out the door carrying a clothes basket, which barely concealed her chest.
After a boring day, she was quite interested in chatting with her neighbor when he returned home. However, he was very disappointed and went back inside to do something else.
Li Wan glanced up at the monk-robed youth's dull and honest back, pursed her lips, but didn't care, and went to wash clothes.
For her, the only downside to leaving the luxurious mansion in Luoyang and traveling to this far south was that there were no servants to take care of her, and it was inconvenient to ask someone to wash her personal clothes.
However, he could get the rough and tiring work done by that honest, boring guy next door.
After Ouyang Rong entered the room, he turned around and closed the door. Before he closed it tightly, he caught a glimpse of Li Wan's graceful figure walking towards the well next door.
After her bath, she changed into a thin dress that accentuated the curves of a noblewoman's figure.
Due to the integration of Han and non-Han peoples over the centuries during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, women in the north are naturally taller. Li Wan, being from the Li clan of Longyou, was naturally elegant and well-maintained.
She was indeed quite different from the rural women like Sun and Zhu.
No wonder Sun looked at him with that strange gaze when she came to him during the day.
There's always gossip around a widow's door, even though her son is about the same age as Ouyang Rong.
But those rumors are like weeds on a spring field; a little rain and they grow wildly.
After thinking for a moment, Ouyang Rong decided to be more careful in the future.
He is not Wang Caozhi.
In addition, based on my understanding of Lu Jinghong, this guy is extremely concerned about his reputation and always talks about the Lu family of Fanyang.
The Lu family of Fanyang has produced many great Confucian scholars over the generations, and their family tradition certainly wouldn't tolerate the issue of widows remaining chaste.
If any rumors were to spread across the island and reach Lu Jinghong's ears, Ouyang Rong felt that his brother Lu would definitely fight him to the death...
Ouyang Rong shook his head.
This place, with too many women and an imbalance of yin and yang, is not a good thing in this respect.
Before long, the sounds of people washing clothes in the neighboring yard gradually disappeared.
Li Wan seemed to be preparing to return to her room, but then, through the courtyard wall, she gave Ouyang Rong a few words of advice.
"Brother Liang, don't forget about making the soup and cooking. It should be done in the next couple of days. Miss Yu can come anytime. Now we're just waiting for Miss Song to have some free time..."
"good."
Ouyang Rong didn't leave the room, but responded with a sound of agreement...
Nothing was said that night.
However, as expected, the crowing of pheasants did occur late at night.
The next morning, Ouyang Rong carried a camellia chicken to the dining hall to take his shift.
He caught this last night when he had some free time.
I caught two, one male and one female, in the autumn foliage behind the yard.
The two "fleeing lovers" cried out in the woods all night, seemingly having an affair. Ouyang Rong didn't know if he had broken them up.
But the pheasants here are so unafraid of people, it's really too arrogant. Ouyang Rong, who had been granted special permission to catch chickens, couldn't stand it.
Currently, one is being kept in the yard, and he brought the other one to the dining hall today.
In the early morning, before lunch preparation, there weren't many people in the dining hall.
Before the short-legged loli and her sidekick fish arrived, Ouyang Rong went straight to Aunt Zhu's stove, started a fire, and began preparing the camellia chicken on the cutting board.
After working for about half an hour, Aunt Zhu, Wu Cui, and others arrived one after another to take their shifts.
The two women were stunned when they saw his apron-clad figure by the stove.
However, following Sun's instructions, Wu Cui did not meddle in other people's business and quietly went to her usual spot by the window to peruse the sword manual.
Aunt Zhu grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ran off to chat with her girlfriends about gossip.
It wasn't busy yet, and there were very few people in the dining hall.
Ouyang Rong was busy for an hour. Finally, he closed the lid of the ceramic jar, added some more firewood, stood in front of the soup pot stove, smelled the aroma, then exhaled and clapped his hands.
Done.
The once unruly camellia chicken has become nothing more than a skeleton in the pot, stewed until it's mushy.
The chicken soup became more and more fragrant as it simmered. In order not to take up space on the stove, Ouyang Rong moved the soup pot and the stove to the side.
Soon, it was time to prepare lunch. Aunt Zhu took back the stove and began her daily chores.
Ouyang Rong only cooked this one pot of soup and didn't make any other dishes. He let the chicken soup simmer slowly over a low flame and continued his work as a cook.
Time ticked by, and Ouyang Rong glanced at the doorway out of the corner of his eye, counting the minutes.
Li Shu, however, did not arrive for a long time.
Ouyang Rong, who seemed to be engrossed in his work, had a slight frown on his brow.
Just as the lunch preparation was nearing completion, the little girl with short legs finally appeared at the door, dragging the fish along as she hopped and skipped inside.
The person secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and after a moment, continued to look straight ahead...
The short-legged little girl yawned, no longer bothering the fish behind her, as if she was a bit tired.
As usual, Li Shu wandered around the various stoves, stopping every now and then to sniff.
As always.
But her chubby little face was dazed, her eyes were either open or closed, like she was sleepwalking, and her little body swayed as if she was about to fall over at any moment.
I wonder what that short-legged little girl did last night; she looks so tired.
But he still insisted on coming to the dining hall to "check on things," which shows his dedication. This perseverance is truly worthy of being the direct disciple of the Queen.
Ouyang Rong agreed.
Li Shu wandered around for most of the time. When she arrived at Aunt Zhu's stove, she just sniffed and was about to leave when she suddenly stopped.
The little nose twitched again, as if confirming something.
As she discerned the source of a particular aroma, she slowly turned her head, finally facing a small stove next to Aunt Zhu's cooking pot.
Li Shu was still drowsy with her eyes closed, but her nose was as sensitive as a kitten's. She led the way, dragging Yu'er along, towards the small stove where chicken soup was simmering...
The dazed little girl stopped by the small stove for stewing soup, squatted down, brought her nose close to the slightly boiling pot of chicken soup, and sniffed it vigorously.
As if she had regained some consciousness, her sleepy eyes slowly opened, her large, dark eyes staring intently at the pot of chicken soup in front of her.
For a moment, she seemed not to even notice Ouyang Rong, who was silently waiting by the small stove.
The short-legged little girl squatted with her knees drawn up, unconsciously biting her thumb as if she were biting her nails, her eyes fixed on the chicken soup pot.
Seeing Li Shu's eager gaze, Ouyang Rong nodded in satisfaction.
The little girl trap is really useful.
He silently walked forward and came to the back of the chicken soup pot, as if to guard it.
Li Shu stared at the chicken soup, nibbling on her fingers and spacing out for a while. After a while, she seemed to come back to her senses.
Squatting on the ground, she tilted her head back, her large, black, pearl-like eyes rolling upwards as she looked at the taciturn young man guarding the chicken soup.
"Hmm..."
In the bustling kitchen, in a secluded corner unnoticed, the two people, one big and one small, silently gazed at each other.
I don't know how long they stared at each other.
Li Shu looked away, glanced at the chicken soup, and then at Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong silently organized his thoughts.
"you……"
Just as he was about to force a smile to show his goodwill, Li Shu suddenly jumped up, her short legs taking off at full speed, dragging the fish out of the dining hall, and disappeared in a flash.
Ouyang Rong: ...
Why the hell are you running?
He hasn't even spoken yet.
Why does it look like a little girl has met a creepy uncle?
Ouyang Rong remained expressionless, glanced down at the fragrant chicken soup, opened the lid and looked inside. There seemed to be nothing wrong with the chicken soup.
Could such a young girl have a sixth sense that foresees something bad?
Ouyang Rong shook his head, speechless.
After a short while, he subtly observed his surroundings. Everyone was busy with their own things, and no one was paying attention to this area.
With a sigh, Ouyang Rong turned around and went back to his work, planning to take another look in the afternoon.
After waiting for a while, it was evening, and dinner was over.
The little girl with short legs never appeared at the entrance of the dining hall.
Li Shu has not reappeared since she suddenly ran away in the morning.
Normally, she would appear with her follower Little Fish before each dinner to patrol the territory, but she didn't come this time.
Ouyang Rong didn't know if it was her who caused the change.
Soon, the women in the dining hall took off their aprons and finished their shifts.
The surroundings began to empty out. Ouyang Rong glanced at the chicken soup simmering over a low flame, hesitating whether to take it back to Li Wan.
Just then, a familiar little head popped up at the entrance of the dining hall.
Ouyang Rong stopped what he was doing and pretended to be nonchalant as he chopped firewood.
The fragrant chicken soup remained where it was.
As he pretended to chop wood, he caught a glimpse of Li Shu peeking out from the doorway, seemingly observing his direction...
After observing for a while, Ouyang Rong calmed down a bit and stopped rushing. He slowly chopped firewood and stayed by the chicken soup stove, lingering there for a long time.
Before long, most of the people in the dining hall had left, with only a few laborers on night duty remaining.
The chicken soup became more and more fragrant as it simmered, filling the dining hall.
A short-legged little girl wandered around the entrance of the dining hall for a while. Finally, at a certain moment, she timidly entered the gate and shuffled toward the tempting pot of chicken soup.
Ouyang Rong slightly pressed down the corners of his lips, focusing intently on his work, occasionally adding fuel to the small stove.
Li Shu dragged the fish to the chicken soup pot, squatted down and looked at it.
Seeing that the dull young man ignored her.
Li Shu reached out and poked the lid of the chicken soup jar.
Ouyang Rong paused, casting a questioning look at her.
Li Shu pointed to the chicken soup, then to the row of stoves behind her, her little face serious:
"Mmm?"
Ouyang Rong shook his head expressionlessly, drawing out the last syllable:
"Um……"
Li Shu tilted her head:
"Mmm? Mmm? Mmm?"
Ouyang Rong nodded twice and shook his head once:
"Mmm, mmm, mmm..."
Li Shu immediately fell silent, her brows furrowing as she stared at him with a serious expression.
The two people in the corner of the dining hall were having an encrypted conversation, like spies.
Ouyang Rong suppressed a laugh.
If I'm not mistaken, the little girl's first "mmm" was probably asking him... wasn't this chicken soup supposed to be served with the big pot of rice cooked over the stove for lunch?
Ouyang Rong roughly understood why she had run away at noon.
It wasn't that they were scared away by this strange uncle, but rather that they were in a hurry to get back to the dining table and eat.
The other dishes in the dining hall are uncertain, but Ouyang Rong's chicken soup is sure to whet the little girl's appetite.
She probably mistakenly thought that this pot of chicken soup would be served with the communal meal, and that because there was only one pot, it was very rare and would be served on a "first-come, first-served" basis.
No wonder those short legs ran so fast; they were afraid that if they were too slow, they'd miss out and wouldn't be able to outrun their master and senior sisters...
Finally, the mystery from noon was solved, and Ouyang Rong couldn't help but chuckle.
As for the meaning of Li Shu's subsequent "uh" sounds...
Ouyang Rong isn't a mind reader, how could he know?
You don't know anything, you just read and replied randomly.
She's into abstract art, so Ouyang Rong is into abstract art too.
Let's see who can be more abstract.
That's right, this is the secret to getting along properly with a quirky little girl who loves to cause trouble.
Ouyang Rong thought so.
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