My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

Chapter 25: Little belly, please bear with it a little longer

Mianmian was called up by Su Chenfei to eat.

 She opened her eyes, and her big, bright eyes were filled with confusion, as if she hadn't successfully restarted yet.

The same goes for Gu Youyou. The two little breast dumplings are still confused, but the adults have already started feeding them.

 The food in the countryside is very simple. In order to take care of the children, they also make steamed egg custard.

Mianmian was hungry, so when she smelled the food, she naturally opened her small mouth, taking one bite after another. She even yawned when she took the time to wake up completely.

 After eating, the two little sisters were worried about their chicks again. They had to watch the chicks eat the rice and have a small box as a room before going to take a bath.

 At this time, Zeze's cry came from outside.

 They were picked up by a car.

Hearing Zeze crying, Mianmian vaguely thought of something important to tell his seventh nephew, but he couldn't remember it. Children's memory storage is not as good as that of adults. Very important things may be forgotten after a while.

Since he couldn't remember it, Mianmian simply gave it up and fell asleep in the arms of his seventh grandnephew. After becoming familiar with the seventh grandnephew, I feel that the seventh grandnephew is very similar to daddy. Their chests are soft and it feels very comfortable to sleep next to them.

 There were no cameras filming the guests while they were sleeping.

Qin Tao had a gloomy face, sitting on the bed playing with the bracelet in his hand, and kept talking to it.

Qin Hao, who was playing with a wooden figure on the side, was trembling with fear at Qin Tao's terrifying expression.

Qin Tao shouted for a while, but when he saw that there was still nothing special happening around the house, he knew that the kid really hadn't come back. His face became worse and worse, and he even wanted to steal his cell phone back and call the master.

 But this idea was just a thought. Hu Zhengguo always put the guests’ mobile phones into a password-locked safe that no one could open.

 There is no mobile phone, and he doesn’t remember the master’s phone number.

Qin Tao smacked his lips irritably. He was addicted to cigarettes, so he walked out of the door. After a while, he took a cigarette and went into the room to smoke.

 Most children don’t like the smell of cigarettes, and Qin Hao is no exception.

He covered his nose and did not dare to talk to Qin Tao. He quietly got into the quilt and wanted to sleep with the wooden man in his arms.

Seeing the wooden man from the corner of his eye, Qin Tao became furious and took the wooden man from Qin Hao's hand: "Do you want to play with this?"

Qin Hao nodded, with fear for his brother in his eyes.

Qin Tao smiled: "Tomorrow, if you do something for my brother, I will not confiscate the wooden man. Otherwise, I will throw the wooden man away."

Hearing what Qin Tao said, Qin Hao, who really wanted to be a wooden man, nodded reluctantly.

the next day.

I slept on the plane and in the car yesterday, and woke up before dawn.

Seeing that Su Chenfei was still sleeping, she carefully got up and opened the door to find the toilet.

　　The house that the program crew prepared for the guests to sleep in on the first day was a small two-story bungalow. The rooms were assigned randomly. The room Mianmian and Su Chenfei shared was on the second floor and did not have its own toilet, so Mianmian had to go out.

Mianmian quietly followed the route she took to take a shower yesterday. After finding the toilet, she finished using it and then went back to the room to get toiletries.

 The sink was too high, so I moved a small stool and stepped on it to brush my teeth and wash my face.

After doing this, I touched my hungry belly, ran to the room, took out the milk bottle from the open suitcase, opened the milk powder can and put some milk powder inside, and then walked out with the small milk bottle in my arms.

Just now when she was brushing her teeth and washing her face, Mianmian heard footsteps.

At this moment, I was holding the small bottle and walking in that direction.

“Uncle, can you make some milk for Mianmian?” Mianmian blinked, her expression was particularly cute because she was asking for help.

The staff member saw Mianmian and said with a smile: "Isn't this our sister-in-law? Are you hungry?"

 Mianmian nodded: "Yeah."

Other staff members were happy when they saw Mianmian coming, and simply pointed their cameras at Mianmian.

 Although the prescribed broadcast time is 8 o'clock, there is nothing wrong with starting the broadcast earlier. After the shooting camera was activated, Director Hu, who had also checked the equipment with the staff when he got up early in the morning, walked up to Mianmian with his hands behind his back and said, "My aunt, I don't want to drink milk today."

Mianmian was startled for a moment, tilted her head, her big eyes full of doubts: "Why?"

Director Hu smiled: "Because today we have to put away all the food for all the guests, and you have to find the food yourself."

Mianmian thought about the "Cute Baby" program she watched earlier, which was filmed in the city, and the guests in it also did a lot of things for food. She lowered her eyes and looked at the small bottle in her hand, her eyes full of reluctance.

Some viewers who got up early found a broadcast start reminder popping up on their mobile phones. When they clicked in, they saw Mianmian's pitiful expression holding a milk bottle.

  [Why did my sister-in-law get up so early? ]

  [I don’t know, are you hungry while holding the bottle? ]

"Then the milk powder inside has been poured in." Mianmian stood up on tiptoe and wanted to send the bottle to Director Hu. "You can help Mianmian drink it. Don't waste it."

Director Hu was stunned. He didn't expect that instead of asking for milk, Mianmian told him not to waste it. What kind of cute little angel is this? It’s just that the hair on my head is a little messy, like a chicken nest.

 But no matter what, he has no idea of ​​an adult drinking a child's milk.

Director Hu looked embarrassed: "I have grown up and can't drink milk."

Mianmian frowned: "What should we do?"

She rubbed one of her little feet uncomfortably on the ground, and her smile became even cuter: "Why don't you just drink it up? Director Hu, don't tell others, this matter is our little secret."

“Mianmian is afraid of waste, not unruly.”

 After saying that, those big eyes with long eyelashes blinked, almost blinking into people's hearts.

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 Suddenly, some strange sounds came from Mian Lian's belly.

The little breast dumpling, who was originally cute and coquettish, opened his eyes wide and covered his belly, and added seriously: "Listen, my belly also says it can't be wasted."

Director Hu was so cute that his heart trembled, and so did the audience in the live broadcast room.

　　　[Give her something to drink, give her something to drink! ]

  [Woo woo woo, this is a kind, cute little angel who is afraid of waste. Give her some milk. ]

 [We are really just afraid of waste, not greedy (funny)]

The audience begged for Mianmian's help, and the staff almost couldn't help but wanted to help, but Director Hu still shook his head.

“No, I can’t give it to you, that’s the rule.” Director Hu took the bottle from Mianmian’s hand and said, “I’ll confiscate this. We won’t eat until all the guests wake up.”

Mianmian frowned and stared at the small bottle with her big dark eyes: "Well, you really can't waste it."

Director Hu smiled and said, "Okay, don't waste it. I'll pour out the milk powder and give it to other children in the village."

Hearing what Director Hu said, Mianmian felt relieved.

But thinking of her hungry belly, she lowered her head with a frown: "Little belly, please bear with it a little longer and don't grumble. I can find something to fill you up later."

Director Hu watched it and was so cute that he wanted to laugh, but he also felt distressed and guilty. After all, it was him who cruelly and ruthlessly refused the baby who wanted to drink milk for the sake of the show's effect.

 But no, this is the point of variety shows.

 The little cute baby who works hard to eat is even cuter!

Director Hu tried his best to convince himself and resisted the urge to make milk for Mianmian.

There was no more milk to drink, and she had to wait for the guests to wake up. Mianmian thought for a moment and thought about the two little chickens that were still hungry.

So she ran back to the room and took the little chicken outside again.

 The relatives in the mountains also raise chickens, which are free-range. When the time comes, it will be nice to have the chickens come back.

Mianmian held the chicks in her hands, kissed one of them, and said softly: "Dahuang and Erhuang, go find food on your own, don't get stepped on, and be smart chicks."

 “Chi chi chi!” Dahuang and Erhuang shouted together, as if responding to Mianmian.

The staff member whose fortune was told by Mianmian looked amused and said, "Master Mianmian, such a small chicken always follows the hen, otherwise it won't find anything to eat."

Mianmian had a deep look on his face: "It doesn't matter, Mianmian has kissed them, so they are no longer ordinary chickens, they can find food!"

The staff member touched his chin after hearing this.

Master Mianmian said so, these two chicks are definitely extraordinary. Oops, I really want to follow it.

 After letting the chicken go, Mianmian returned to the room.

It's not time to get up yet, Su Chenfei is still sleeping.

Mianmian found a toy from the bag and played with it alone for a while. While playing, she saw the bracelet that sealed the two ghosts, and opened her mouth wide: Wow, she thought about what she wanted to say to her seventh grandnephew last night!

So he put down the toys and stared at Su Chenfei's sleeping face, hoping that his seventh grandnephew would wake up soon.

 (End of this chapter)