The old man of Yumei was called Zhaogang and spoke particularly funny. Hey, Aunt Vole is here again, and I'm nervous as soon as you come. I heard it funny, why are you nervous, afraid that I will eat all your apricots? ah

The old man of Yumei was called Zhaogang and spoke particularly funny.

Hey, Aunt Vole is here again, and I'm nervous as soon as you come.

I heard it funny, why are you nervous, afraid that I will eat all your apricots?

Heck, how much you can eat when you open your stomach, pick apricots for you, all pick a top of apricots, raw ones don't be too cooked, small ones don't look bad, you want the treetops to be red-faced.

Laughing, he carried the basket up to the treetops. The old almond tree was too tall, and the weather was so hot, a basket of red apricots was plucked, a head of sweat, and every hair tip was hung with shiny beads of sweat.

At this time, an old man came from under the tree, Zhaogang shouted, Uncle, eat apricots!

The old man snorted, don't eat, sour lumps!

Zhaogang listened to the unconvinced, Tengteng strode over, hard stuffed to the old man a bunch of ripe apricots, you eat you eat, see if the acid is not sour?

The old man took a bite, ah, it was still very sweet! I actually ate three in one go, and even praised the good apricots and good apricots!

Desert red-faced apricot