Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

In the end, Fang Huai's impromptu exercise ended with Fang Huai's swooping down.

The little flower screamed, the chicken wings fluttered and the chicken feathers fluttered, but no matter how hard it struggled, there was no way to break free from Fang Huai's arms.

Xiao Bai ran a circle around Fang Huai, barking at him barkingly, his expression more fierce than before.

"Bow!" Let go of the little flower!

As a dog housekeeper in charge of the family’s vegetable plot and chicken coop, Xiaobai is obliged to protect every dish and every chicken in the family!

Fang Huai struggled to sit up holding the chicken, but he still didn't let go of his hand, still holding Xiaohua.

"Hey, this little flower is too lively. When the little flower was still there, I didn't have much effort to catch it. How could this little flower run so fast, it almost killed me. "Fang Huai wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was winter, and it was icy and snowy outside, and he ran out of sweat.

Xiao Hua screamed several times in his arms, squeezed her butt, and saw that she was about to solve her physical problems. Fang Huai, who was already familiar with the habits of chickens and ducks, was shocked and quickly threw it out.

The hen flapped its wings and fell to the ground, and then folded its wings, did nothing, and walked away calmly.

Fang Huai couldn't laugh or cry: "This chicken is fine? Will it be a lie?"

Fang Yan said at him from a distance: "When Xiao Hua was still a little chicken, you chased him every day, second brother. It was bigger than you since you were chased, and you have long been chased out of experience. Can you run fast? "

Fang Huai clapped his hands and stood up, with a calm expression on his face: "Don't be afraid, this little flower exercises so diligently, I was very excited when I saw the chicken legs."

Fang Yan: "..."

Oh yes, in these years, every little flower finally became the old hen soup on the table.

The only pet in the house is Xiao Bai. Although he named the chicken, Fang Yan has always raised her as food. When the first little flower was about to die, Fang’s mother was worried that her little son would not be able to accept it. I was worried for a long time, thinking day and night about how to comfort his immature and soft little son, but Fang Yan looked like an okay person. Holding the wings of an old flower, he delivered it to the kitchen chef.

At that time, Fang's mother's mood could be said to be broken.

The pot of old hen chicken soup was on the table without touching a bite. When Xiao Fang Yan disliked that the chicken was too old, her expression was desperate.

But Fang Yan is not to blame.

Although he attaches great importance to the chickens and ducks in his family, he only attaches importance to food. After all, in the original small mountain village, a chicken is a very precious property. If it is lost, it will be distressed for a long time. The reason why pets are reluctant to eat.Up to now, this concept of his has not changed, no matter how long the chickens and ducks in the family have been raised, they are finally delivered to the table.

Fang Huai took off his coat when he entered the room, and asked the butler to bring him a large glass of ice-cola.

A large glass of ice-cola grumbled, he burped, and the gas of cola flavor came out.

Grandma Fang suddenly sat aside with disgust.

Fang Yan was still sitting in front of the French windows. Through the glass, he looked up at the sky for a while before he said, "It's snowing."

"So fast?" Fang Huai came over with a new glass of Coke, pulled a cushion, and sat down beside him, drinking and watching the snow: "When I first came back, it didn't snow yet."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "It's a good sign."

Fang Huai touched his chin and agreed with the authentic words: "It's too dangerous to go out on a snowy day. If Brother Wang calls me again later, I will use this reason to reject him."

"..."

"Idol's life safety is also very important. If something happens to me, my fans will cry." Fang Huai said in a special way: "It's not good to cry for the sake of my fans. For our sake, I should also take good care of my life safety, yes, that's it."

Fang Yan was speechless.

Fang Huai took out the phone and took a picture of it outside. When he lowered his head and took the picture, the other party said: "Inkstone, send me the pictures you took today."

Fang Yan replied, took out his mobile phone to find out the photo taken just now, and sent it to Fang Huai.

The scene of Fang Huai chasing the chicken was a bit funny just now, so he took a few photos and sent it to Gu Rong, unexpectedly being discovered by Fang Huai.

As soon as he received the photo, Fang Huai's actions were quickly preserved, and he exclaimed, "Why is your photography technique so rubbish?"

Fang Yan: "..."

Fang Huai opened the P-picture software and added a filter to the photo to adjust the color tone. It was clearly a picture of a flying dog, but he was surprised that he was given a literary atmosphere.

After entering the entertainment industry, Fang Huai's P-picture technology is getting better and better.

He finished these photos with a paragraph, and soon uploaded them to Weibo.Fang Yan heard a ding from his mobile phone, prompting his followers to post a new Weibo.

Fang Huai glanced at him and said proudly, "Special attention?"

Fang Yan clicked, and responded casually.

Fang Huai patted his shoulder contentedly: "Yes, I know, you really pay attention to my every move in the entertainment industry."

"Didn't you let me post it?" Fang Yan was blank: "You asked me to post a Weibo to follow you, did you forget?"

Fang Huai: "..."

Fang Huai: "No, you young people don't play Weibo?"

Fang Yan shook his head sincerely.

Fang Huai: "..."

Fang Huai said again: "Oh, I forgot, your daily routine is the same as that of the elderly, the same as grandma."

Even Fang’s mother would occasionally sleep in late, but his brother was different. He woke up earlier than the dog every morning, ran out for morning exercises every day, and he also had a hobby of growing vegetables and chickens.

If it weren't for the appearance of a young adult, Fang Huai would almost think that his brother was actually an old man.

Even Grandma Fang counted out what little meats there are in the entertainment industry. It is estimated that Fang Yan would not be able to say anything other than him.

Fang Huai sighed, and then, he heard the phone prompts ringing again and again.

Brother Wang: [You would rather chase chicken than work!!!!

Fang Huai: "..."