The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 482 Idiot (4)

The young man looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. Although his face was immature, he was extremely handsome. His lips were red and his teeth were white. His long black jade-like hair was tied behind his head. Very light red lips.

The figure is extremely slender, with a blue shirt and a blue belt, lining the young man like a green pine on a green bamboo cliff in the mountains. Standing still, he is as picturesque as a picture.

It is as carved as a carving, as jade as a jade.

Jiang Tang is Yangou, so she automatically ignored everything that happened just now, smiling with crooked eyes.

"Young master, you are back!"

"Get down!"

The boy's voice should be changing, and he doesn't speak often, so his voice is a bit hoarse.

Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows.

"I'm picking apricots, do you want some?"

"Come down! This is my apricot, come down, you are not allowed to touch it!"

As he spoke, the young man bent down to pick up a stone, and threw it at Jiang Tang vigorously, with childlike dissatisfaction and anger on Junya's face.

The beautiful phoenix eyes are full of impatience.

Jiang Tang was confused by Zhao Chao's appearance, and almost forgot that this guy was a fool.

"Okay, okay, don't throw it away."

Zhao Chao didn't care, and still reacted fiercely, even ran to the tree and shook the trunk.

Jiang Tang was frightened and responded repeatedly.

"I'll come down, I'll come down, stop shaking."

Xingzi smashed her face, but she didn't think it hurt.

When Jiang Tang jumped off the tree, Zhao Chao pushed her away and hugged the trunk directly, touching the book cover like a baby.

"This is my apricot, you are not allowed to touch it!"

The original owner seems to have such a thing in his memory, the apricot tree in the vegetable garden is Zhao Chao's treasure, and no one can touch it.

"Then I'll help you pick the fruit, otherwise it will all rot on the tree."

"do not want!"

Zhao Chao squatted down, picked up the apricots that fell on the ground one by one, put them in his long gown when he couldn't fit them in his hand, and carried them to the grass one by one.

Jiang Tang looked at him like a tireless bee, going back and forth countless times, and piled up the purple apricots into a pile.

"Shall I lend you the basket?"

Zhao Chao ignored Jiang Tang and carried the apricot seriously.

Jiang Tang sat cross-legged beside him, took out a cucumber from the basket, chewed it crunchy, and watched Zhao Chao busy.

The little fool looked thin and strong, and grabbed a bamboo pole and knocked off the apricots one by one, taking no time to rush and looking very serious.

More than an hour later, Zhao Chaocai picked all the ripe fruits on the tree. However, his work was not over yet. Jiang Tang saw that he carefully sorted the apricots by color, put the darkest one in front of him, and then sorted the apricots according to the color. Shade sorted all the apricots and lined them up.

Well, Jiang Tang saw it.

This little fool has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The old butler of the Zhao family came over, saw his young master sitting on the grass, and then looked at Xingzi in front of him, he immediately understood, and turned to the kitchen to take out a few small baskets.

The old housekeeper helped Zhao Chao sort the apricots into small baskets, put them one by one, and then covered them with soft and breathable gauze to prevent dust.

"My lord, it's cold on the ground."

Zhao Chao looked like he had never heard of it, and stared at the four small baskets in front of him, guarding against Jiang Tang like he was guarding against thieves.

The housekeeper was not allowed to lift him, but put the basket on a cart and transported it towards the yard at once.

Jiang Tang wiped his hands and followed the butler into the kitchen.

"Housekeeper, why does the young master treasure his apricot so much?"

The housekeeper's attitude towards Jiang Tang was neither far nor near, with a touch of alienation, busy pouring the rice in the bag into the rice jar.

"How do I know about the young master?"

(End of this chapter)