Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

Gu Lan and Qingqing squatted at the door of the kitchen together, staring at the busy people inside.

The two siblings drew a line of separation with chalk in front of them, and were ordered not to cross the line and enter the kitchen area.

Qingqing was a bit aggrieved: "We can all go in and help next year, why can't we?"

She is so angry.

"Just you, come on, do you go into the kitchen to help or do damage, don't you have any points in your heart?" Gu Lan rudely hurt his sister.

Qingqing sneered, and immediately sneered: "Oh, you are not a kitchen killer."

The weird glutinous rice **** that this man just tossed about is still hanging aside, and he dares to slander others under the conclusive evidence. Who gives him the confidence?

After they fought each other, the two children who had been isolated from the kitchen looked at each other, sighed together, and continued to look at the busy people in enviously.

They really want to go in and help.

Not overly diligent, just for the joy of playing with ingredients.

Obviously, this happiness is not accepted by parents.

The glutinous rice **** were wrapped and cooked by the chef Fu Heng, while the others moved to the dining room to prepare the meal.

The large solid wood round table can accommodate more than a dozen people. Everyone gathers together, while enjoying the food while pushing the cups and changing cups, it is very lively for a while.

There was a space next to Qingqing, which was reserved for Fu Heng.

He quickly came out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot glutinous rice **** in his hand and placed it in front of Qingqing: "It's too hot now, eat rice **** after dinner."

"Brother-in-law, where's my share?"

Gu Lan watched Fu Heng only serve Qingqing as glutinous rice balls, and suddenly felt unfair.

Xiaobai, who was also kicked out of the kitchen, how can the treatment difference between people be so big?

"I don't have any hands?" Qingqing cast a glance at his brother.

Used to him.

Gu Lan: "..."

My point is that no one will serve me glutinous rice balls? The point is to imply that you care about me and do your responsibilities as a sister!

Qingqing, who pretended not to understand, put a chicken wing on the rice cake: "Eat more rice cakes."

"Thank you Aunt Gu." The rice cakes thanked him obediently, and the corners of Qingqing's mouth twitched, and there was a burst of earth-shattering laughter in her ears.

"Hahaha..."

The rice cake, who didn't know the truth, looked at Gu Lan suspiciously, wondering why this strange uncle suddenly laughed so happy.

Others who know the inside story are willing to remain silent together, after all, the jokes of Mom/Qingqing are not so good-looking.

Sure enough, for a moment, the laughter was unexpected

Stop, only the whimper of something being choked.

Qingqing quickly stuffed a durian tree that Gu Lan hated the most with his eyesight and hands, and blocked the annoying mouth.

Gu Lan had a large piece of cake in his mouth funny, his eyes rounded, and the strange smell in his mouth almost didn't make him faint.

He was about to spit out the durian crisp, but he suddenly looked at his sister with an implicit threatening look: "There are children here. Don't set a bad example of picky eaters."

Subtext translation: eat it, you will die if you dare to spit it out!

Can Gu Lan be the one who is threatened so easily?

He bowed his head in anger, but a familiar little hand appeared in his sight. He raised his head to face Shang Qingqing's pitiful little face.

"Qingqing knows that my brother is the bravest, just durian, how could you dare not eat it."

Knowing that this woman was deliberately pretending to be tender and coaxing him to eat durian crisps, Gu Lan was still not determined and relented.

It's not just a durian crisp, and it's not a poison. Just eat it.

He closed his eyes and took a mouthful of boredom. After eating, Gu Lan picked up several chopsticks-smelling foods and stuffed them into his mouth, trying to suppress the nauseating smell.

The Fu brothers looked at their uncle's embarrassed appearance with sympathy.

Knowing that his culprit was kept in his hands, and he insisted on getting together and being abused, my uncle was also very aggressive.

This is just a small episode and does not affect the atmosphere of the whole reunion dinner. Everyone chats and laughs together lively, abandoning the etiquette of not eating and talking, how do you feel comfortable.

Not to mention, this kind of reunion dinner, which can be called a party, feels particularly good.

Lively and taste.

"Goodbye rice cakes, come to Auntie's house next time to play."

Qingqing personally sent Bai Qiyu and the nian gao out to the gate of the villa area, and only then reluctantly waved goodbye to them.

"Bye bye Aunt Gu." The rice cake was also very reluctant to Qingqing.

After only getting along for one day, he really liked this beautiful aunt who would play with him patiently and could help him do his homework. The most important thing is that the beautiful aunt looks very similar to his good friend Qingqing.

He is too young to think about the relationship between Qingqing and Aunt Gu, but this does not prevent him from having a long life for her.

It's just the kind of affection that a simple child has to an adult he likes, similar to a good friend with an older age.

Qingqing turned around and turned back after the rice cake followed Bo Qiyu in the car.

As soon as he turned his head, he almost ran into a wide embrace.

But she braked in time and couldn't bear the other party's initiative to'touch the porcelain'.

Qingqing only felt that her waist was tight, and she was stopped into a warm and strong embrace.

The whole body was enveloped by the familiar breath, Qing Qing subconsciously stretched out his hand, hugged the man in front of him, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to hug you." Fu Heng arched his back and buried his head on Qing Qing's shoulders, not wanting his wife to see his extremely ugly appearance.

Fortunately, Qingqing didn't mean to ask the bottom line, she stood quietly on the spot, enjoying the hug silently.

For a long while.

"Fu Heng." Qing Qing said unbearably.

"Huh?" Fu Heng's consciousness was still immersed in the warm fragrance of nephrite jade, and he did not return to his senses.

"My legs are numb." A little wronged.

"..." Fu Heng turned around, squatted slightly, and motioned Qingqing to climb up: "I will carry you back."

With a little cheer, Qingqing threw himself on Fu Heng's back like a koala.

Let him carry himself firmly, step by step, step by step on the overlapping shadow of the two of them, and slowly walk towards the door at the end of the street lamp.

"Uncle." The rice cake in the car looked sideways and stared out the window, and the uncle who had not started the car for a long time couldn't help reminding him: "Aren't we going home?"

"...Back." Bai Qiyu returned to his senses, immediately turned the key, stepped on the clutch, put the gear on, and started the car to go home.

Along the way, relying on the child's intuition, he perceives that Bai Qiyu is in a bad mood, and the rice cake also obediently does not speak and keeps quiet.

He can't learn to comfort others and make them happy like Qingqing that day, so he can only accompany others in his own way.

The car was slightly bumpy on the road.

The nian gao is a little bit sleepy in this environment, starting from the little head.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, he seemed to hear the little uncle's self-talk: "Missed it, or missed it, and never go back."

Who missed it?

What is missing?

What can't you go back?

They were all words that were incomprehensible for the rice cakes. It was too much brainstorming. He simply stopped struggling with these insignificant questions and continued to accompany Zhou Gong to do his homework in his dream.

There are a lot of homework in elementary school, many times more than kindergarten. If you don't hurry to complete vacation homework, you will be criticized by the teacher.

Nian Gao doesn't care about his father being educated by the teacher, but he cares about his uncle being criticized by the teacher.

Such a good uncle will not allow the teacher to criticize him.

***

Fu Heng answered the phone on the balcony, while Qing Qing nestled on the sofa in the living room to play games.

She just recently indulged in this

In the new game, although the ranking dishes are very good, but the character fashion inside can not bear to look good.

That's right, she abruptly turned a competitive mobile game into a dress-up game, and she is still the kind of player who likes Krypton to buy fashion.

In contrast, her game partner is at odds with her.

Han Weilan also likes to buy clothes, even crazier than Qingqing.

She can smash tens of thousands of rare fashions in the lottery without getting garish, Qingqing stings a little bit, and only pays a few hundred and one thousand to take it slowly.

It's a pity that they can wear the most beautiful clothes, but they can't do any enemy.

This is very confusing, the game **** on the side of Han Weilan has something to do, and there is no time to play with them, so that the two rookies who were released were miserably abused.

I was also ridiculed and scolded by the enemy and teammates.

"Little Shen."

Fu Sishen was swiping his cell phone bored, and suddenly heard his mother calling him.

"What's the order of the Queen Mother?"

He leaned over with a grin and played a trick.

"Will you play this game?"

Qingqing showed up the receipt screen. Fu Si looked at it carefully and nodded immediately: "That must be possible. Some of the fashions in it were designed by our studio's artists."

The developer who produced this game knows him, and the relationship between the two is pretty good, and occasionally lends artists and programmers to each other when they are too busy.

As the boss, Fu Sishen can act as a shopkeeper, leaving most of his official duties aside, but he must never have a little understanding of the operation of the studio.

Even though he hasn't managed the studio much on the surface, in fact the entire studio is under his control.

It's just that everyone is confused by the appearance of Fu Sishen's hippie smiling face, forgetting that this founder, who founded the studio so far, is still their major shareholder in front of the scene.

However, the above information, for Qingqing, has not yet known that the younger son will play this game to be attractive.

She immediately asked her younger son to go online and take her to play with Han Weilan.

It is inevitable that the great **** was dragged to death by two rookies again. Before the game, Qingqing had especially solemnly reminded the younger son that it was very difficult to fly the two of them.

As a result, Fu Sishen was not afraid at all.

Because this kid found foreign aid.

In the 5vs5 conventional battle, in addition to Qingqing and Han Weilan each occupying a position, Fu Sishen also pulled two powerful foreign aids.

One of them, Qingqing, was naturally familiar, and was An Ran who went to school abroad.

The other one she knows is also a colleague from the younger son's company, or his good brother, Lu Renjia.

All three of them have good skills, and with three with two, Qingqing finally realized the joy of lying down and winning.

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