Lan Ziye glared at the stunned Chu Xixuan and said unhappily, "What are you still standing there for? Untie the fish! If you keep dithering, you'll strangle the fish to death!"
Chu Xixuan: ...It was you who wanted to strangle the fish, okay?
"Okay!" Chu Xi responded and quickly helped Lan Ziye.
Lan Ziye used this simple and rough method, and in just a few moments, he filled the entire fish basket.
Seeing that the fish basket was finally full, Chu Xixuan breathed a sigh of relief and thought: I'm finally done with my work and can go boating in the fish pond with my wife in my arms.
Lan Ziye was very worried about Xiaobai and the others. She turned to Chu Xixuan, who had just clung to her back like a dog-skin plaster, and said, "Row the boat over to Xiaobai's side!"
Chu Xixuan buried his head in Lan Ziye's neck, breathing in the pleasant fragrance from Lan Ziye's body. He responded perfunctorily and then used his spiritual power to drive the boat towards Xiaobai and the others.
Lan Ziye shifted impatiently and said angrily, "Where's that aloof image of Mr. Chu? Aren't you afraid that if this gets out, people will laugh at you?"
"I'm sticking to my own wife, who dares to laugh?" Chu Xixuan said in a rogue manner with that magnetic voice.
Lan Ziye's face darkened instantly, and he said rudely, "If you hold me again, I'll kick you off the boat!"
Chu Xixuan's heart suddenly tightened. Based on his understanding of Lan Ziye, Lan Ziye was definitely capable of doing this!
Thinking that he might be embarrassed, Chu Xixuan coughed twice, reluctantly let go of Lan Ziye, moved his body, sat back at the bow of the boat seriously, picked up the oars and started rowing the boat seriously. At the same time, his whole temperament returned to his previous coldness, as if the dog-skin plaster just now was not him.
Lan Ziye breathed a sigh of relief: This guy is sensible!
Xiaobai was overjoyed to see her master's boat approaching. She quickly stood up and waved at Lan Ziye, saying, "Twelfth Young Master!"
"Is your fish basket full?" Lan Ziye asked for the sake of conversation.
Xiaobai turned to look at Lan Yanfeng, who hadn't spoken a word to him from the beginning until now, and asked cautiously, "How many fish did we catch?"
Lan Yanfeng held the fish basket out in front of Xiaobai and said, "Five!"
Xiaobai turned his head back and gave Lan Ziye an awkward smile, saying, "We caught five!" Then, with sparkling eyes, he looked at Lan Ziye and asked, "How many did you catch?"
Lan Ziye didn't ask the expert fisherman Xiaobai how he managed to catch five fish. He just smiled faintly and said, "The fish basket is full!"
Ou Jingyao also rowed the boat over at this time. He smiled and said, "Our fish basket is full, so it should be enough! If it's not enough, I'll ask the fishermen to catch some bigger ones!"
After a pause, he continued, "We have a variety of vegetables and mushrooms growing in our greenhouse. Do you want to pick mushrooms or vegetables?"
Lan Ziye's face was immediately filled with frustration: "Are there any more creative entertainment activities? These are so boring!"
Xiaobai smiled and said to Ou Jingyao, "Let's go pick mushrooms! I've seen wild mushrooms, but I've never seen mushrooms grown in greenhouses!"
Lan Ziye originally wanted to find an opportunity to go back and have a good sleep, but now Xiaobai wanted to go pick mushrooms, and she didn't want to let Xiaobai go alone. While she was hesitating, Xiaobai spoke again: "Twelve Young Master, come with me!"
Lan Ziye's eyes widened. Xiaobai didn't call Lan Yanfeng, but called her? What was going on?
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