Chapter 481 Foolish Man (4)
The young man looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. Although his face was immature, he was extremely handsome. He had red lips and white teeth. His long hair was tied behind his head. His eyebrows were like carefully painted ink, with thick ink on the eyebrows and lightly engraved phoenix eyes. His nose was high. Lip color is light red.
The young man is extremely slender and wears a blue shirt and a green belt. He looks like a green pine tree on a bamboo cliff in the mountains. He stands still and looks as beautiful as a picture.
Like a carving, like a jade.
Jiang Tang was a pretty girl, so she automatically ignored everything that had just happened, smiling with crooked eyebrows.
"Master, you are back!"
"Come down!"
The boy's voice should be changing, and since he doesn't speak often, his voice is a little hoarse.
Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows.
"I'm picking apricots, do you want to eat them?"
"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 hard at Jiang Tang. His handsome face was full of childlike dissatisfaction and anger.
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 ignored him and still reacted violently, even running to the tree and shaking the trunk.
Jiang Tang was afraid and responded repeatedly.
"I'm coming down, I'm coming down, stop shaking."
Xingzi hit her face all over, but she didn't feel any pain.
When Jiang Tang jumped down from the tree, Zhao Chao pushed her away and hugged the trunk of the tree, touching the cover of the book like a treasure.
"This is my apricot, you are not allowed to touch it!"
The original owner seemed to have something like this in his memory. The apricot tree in the vegetable garden was Zhao Chao's treasure and no one could touch it.
"Then I will help you pick the fruit, otherwise they will rot on the tree." "No!"
Zhao Chao squatted down and picked up the apricots that fell on the ground one by one. If he couldn't put them down in his hand, he put them in his gown and carried them toward the grass one by one.
Jiang Tang looked at him like a tireless little bee, going back and forth countless times, piling purple-red apricots into a pile.
"How about I lend you the basket?"
Zhao Chao ignored Jiang Tang and carried Xingzi seriously.
Jiang Tang sat cross-legged next to him, took out a cucumber from the basket, chewed it crunchily, and watched Zhao Chao busy at work.
The little fool looked thin, but he was very strong. He grabbed a bamboo pole and knocked down the apricots one by one, taking his time and looking very serious.
More than an hour passed before Zhao Chaocai picked all the ripe fruits on the tree. However, his work was not over yet. Jiang Tang saw him carefully sorting the apricots according to their colors. The darkest ones were placed in front of him, and then they were sorted by color. Sort all the apricots into shades and line them up.
Well, Jiang Tang saw it.
This little fool has obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The old housekeeper of the Zhao family came over and saw his young master sitting on the grass. He looked at Xingzi in front of him and understood immediately. He turned around and went 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.
"Son, the ground is cold."
Zhao Chao seemed unaware, staring at the four small baskets in front of him, guarding Jiang Tang as much as he guarded against thieves.
The housekeeper was not allowed to carry him, but he put the basket on a cart and transported it to the yard at once.
Jiang Tang wiped his hands and followed the housekeeper into the kitchen.
"Butler, why does the young master cherish his apricot so much?"
The housekeeper's attitude towards Jiang Tang was neither far nor close, with a touch of alienation, and he was busy pouring the rice in the bag into the rice vat.
"How do I know about the young master?"
(End of chapter)