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 go in and help next year with cakes, 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 harmed his sister.
Qingqing sneered, and immediately sneered: "Heh, you are not a kitchen killer."
The weird glutinous rice balls that this person just tossed about is still hanging aside, even if the evidence is conclusive, he dares to slander others. Who gives him the confidence
After they fought each other, the two children who were isolated from the kitchen looked at each other, then sighed together, and continued to look at the busy people inside with envy.
They really want to go in and help.
Not too hardworking, just for the joy of playing with ingredients.
Obviously, this happiness is not accepted by parents.
The glutinous rice balls were wrapped and cooked by the chef Fu Heng, while the others moved to the dining room to prepare for the meal.
The large solid wood round table can accommodate more than a dozen people. Everyone gathers together, while enjoying the food while pushing cups and changing cups, it is so lively for a while.
There was an empty seat next to Qingqing, which was reserved for Fu Heng.
He quickly came out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot glutinous rice balls in his hand, and placed it in front of Qingqing: "It's too hot now, eat rice balls 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.
Xiao Bai, who was also kicked out of the kitchen, why is there such a big difference in treatment between people
"I don't have any hands?" Qingqing cast a glance at his brother.
Get 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 me obediently, and the corners of Qingqing's mouth twitched. At the same time, 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 smiled so happily.
Others who know the inside story have the ambition 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 him with a durian tree that Gu Lan hated the most, and blocked that unpleasant mouth.
Gu Lan was funny with a large piece of cake in his mouth, 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 looked at his sister implicitly and threateningly: "There are children here. Don't set a bad example for others to be picky eaters."
Subtext translation: Eat it, you will die if you dare to spit it out!
But would Gu Lan be the one to be 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 not dare to 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 in embarrassment 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 exceptionally 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 then reluctantly waved goodbye to them.
"Aunt Gu, bye." The rice cakes were also very reluctant to Qingqing.
After only getting along for a day, he really liked this beautiful aunt who would play with him patiently and could also help him with 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 Gu Auntie, 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 and left.
As soon as he turned his head, he almost slammed into a broad 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 in a warm and strong embrace.
The whole body was enveloped by a familiar breath, Qing Qing subconsciously stretched out his hand, hugged the man in front of him, and asked softly: "What's the matter?"
"It's okay, 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 didn't 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, stepping on the overlapping shadows 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 of the window, and the uncle who hadn't started the car for a while, 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 doesn't speak and keeps quiet.
He could not learn to comfort others and make them happy like Qingqing that day, so he could 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, never going 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 would 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't 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 to buy fashion with Krypton very much.
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 recharges only a few hundred and one thousand so 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 god on the side of Han Weilan has something to do, and there is no time to play with the two of them, so that the two rookies who were released were miserably abused.
He was also ridiculed and scolded unscrupulously by his enemies and teammates, which made him very angry.
"Little Shen."
Fu Sishen was swiping his phone boredly, 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 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 parties is pretty good, and occasionally they lend artists and programmers to each other when they are too busy.
As the boss, Fu Sishen can act as a shopkeeper, leaving aside most of his official duties, 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, but 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 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 god 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 completely unafraid.
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 knew, was a colleague from the younger son's company, or his good brother, Lu Renjia.
All three of them have good skills, and with the three-to-two situation, Qingqing finally feels the joy of lying down and winning.
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