"My mother said that picking chrysanthemums means picking them in a bunch, so that they will not affect the growth of chrysanthemums."

Putting the most beautiful string into the basket, Baoer's pleasant voice continued to sound in the woods: "It's actually very simple to peel it off after you go back."

"The rest can be dried. The beautifully dried chrysanthemums taste better than when they are fresh."

"Anyway, I've come here. I must pick more today and go back. It's not in vain that I'll get up before dawn."

Mu Fan was next to Baoer, collecting morning dew on chrysanthemums or chrysanthemum leaves.

He liked this feeling very much, listening to Baoer quietly and her voice, Mu Fan seemed to never get bored with listening to it for the rest of his life.

In order to ensure the quality of the fetal chrysanthemum, Baoer only has two quarters of an hour to be busy.

Of course, over time, the morning dew will also evaporate. In addition to always paying attention to Baoer's safety, Mu Fan must also speed up his speed.wavv

After about two quarters of an hour, Baoer stopped.

Looking at the basket stuffed around her waist, she turned around and looked at Mu Fan with a happy look.

"Brother Mu Fan, full."

Mu Fan looked at her and smiled slightly.

After sorting out the things they collected, Baoer took out a blanket from the Heaven and Earth Bracelet, and prepared breakfast.

The morning light shot in through the branches, bunches of bunches, on the orange blanket, two plates of pastries, a plate of fruit, and two people sitting together.

Baoer had just taken a sip of water and grabbed a bun and put it in his mouth.

"Brother Mu Fan, I'm too hungry. You can eat it too, the buns are still hot."

Mu Fan was not in a hurry, and helped Baoer take off the robe he had just put on and put it aside. He took out a sweat towel in his arms.

After busy for a while, a layer of sweat appeared on Baoer's face and neck. Mu Fan carefully wiped her with a gentle expression, without any impatience.

Baoer ignored it, finished eating a bun, and grabbed another one.

When she wanted to stuff the buns into her mouth, she turned her head and looked at Mu Fan.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and Baoer handed the bun in front of Mu Fan.

"Brother Mu Fan, you eat it, the buns in the palace are good."

"You eat, I can do it myself." Mu Fan put down the wet sweat towel and took out the second one in his arms.

Looking at the man who helped him wipe his face, Baoer subdued his lips.

"Brother Mufan, you eat it."

Mu Fan stopped the movements in his hand, met Baoer's gaze, and slightly opened his thin lips.

He bit off half of the bun in one bite.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Baoer asked with a smile.

"Yes." Mu Fan nodded, swallowed the bun, and opened his mouth again.

After stuffing the leftover bun in Mu Fan, Baoer picked up another one and ate it in big mouthfuls.

Baoer, who had completed a small task, began to enjoy Mu Fan's service again, and of course he did not forget to taste this delicious bun.

After using breakfast, the two of them packed up their things and returned to the horse.

Mu Fan held Baoer and asked her to sit behind the horse.

"Brother Mu Fan, why?" Baoer lowered his eyes and asked, blinking his eyes.

"If you are sweating, it's better not to blow the air. It's better to be behind me." Mu Fan responded and jumped onto the horse.

Baoer took the opportunity to hug Mu Fan's strong waist, but his pink lips were still too tall.
Chapter completed!