Encounter:? ?
Why? Isn't he mother's favorite cub? !
Xiangyi hurriedly said: "Sister Song Song, I remember you like sweet things. Here are the egg tarts and cranberry cakes I made myself. Try them."
Song Qiuqiu maintained the elegance of a socialite, picked up a small piece of cranberry crisp, and took a small bite.
"!"
The skin is golden and bright, and the butter and egg yolk are blended to create a crispy texture. The sweet and sour taste of dried cranberries and the slight milky fragrance are perfectly integrated. Just bite such a small piece, it only feels soft and glutinous, and the lips and teeth are fragrant!
Song Qiuqiu: "Aww!!"
Song Qiuqiu stopped pretending to be a lady.
After gulping down two egg tarts and a few pieces of cranberry crisp, Song Qiuqiu burst into tears: "It's so delicious! The craftsmanship of our rabbits is really amazing!"
Xiangyi smiled: "Eat more if you like it."
Grandma Xiang looked kindly: "Song Song's appetite is still as good as when he was a child."
"Hey." Turning his head, Song Qiuqiu said uncomfortably when he met Shang Xiangfeng's staring eyes, "Why do you keep looking at me...I look ugly."
Encounter: "I don't know why, when I saw you eating, I thought of a very beautiful picture..."
Song Qiuqiu: "Huh?"
Xiangyi's sixth sense told her that her little uncle might not have anything good to say, so the girl grabbed Xiangfeng's sleeve: "Little uncle, think about it..."
But it's too late.
Encounter affectionately: "Didn't Xiao Xiangyi raise a lot of little piglets, and those little piglets eat delicious pig food..."
Song Qiuqiu took a deep breath.
Song Qiuqiu began to roll up his sleeves: "Auntie, Tutu, I'm sorry, I may let you see some pictures of physical discomfort next."
Xiangyi looked up at the sky: "Grandma, look, that cloud looks like a leaf."
Grandma Xiang nodded: "Well, I can't see anything except clouds."
Xiangfeng looked up and saw that the sky was so blue that it wasn't an exaggeration to say that it was cloudless.
"Where is the cloud..." He was muttering, Song Qiuqiu rushed over, grabbed his ear with his sharp eyes, and twisted it half a circle!
Encounter: "Ah, it hurts, it hurts! Song Song hurts! Let go!!"
"Like a little piggy, huh? I think you're a pig!"
"Is it fun to throw pomegranates? Huh?!"
"I'll give you a face, but you still pushed your nose on your face??!"
"..."
Her voice was as sweet as ever, but Song Qiuqiu moved her hands unambiguously. At first glance, she looked like a fake celebrity daughter, a real hot-tempered old girl.
The entire courtyard is filled with the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves and Song Qiuqiu's swearing at Zu'an.
I do not know how long it has been.
Song Qiuqiu let go of his hand, and said in a delicate and soft tone, "Auntie, Tutu, I'll borrow the bathroom."
Xiangyi: "Sister Song Song, I'll take you there."
"No, no, I know where it is."
Xiangfeng stared at her as she entered the villa, then straightened her back and boasted: "Hehe, with her little strength, it's like a mosquito bite, it doesn't hurt or itch!"
Xiangyi: "Little uncle, but you were screaming just now..."
Xiangfeng was choked, and became angry from embarrassment: "I'm acting! Can't you see that?"
Grandma Xiang took a sip of tea: "I see, you are afraid of Song Song."
"Can I be called afraid? As a man, I respect women!" Xiangfeng spoke loudly and firmly.
Xiangyi broke the stage: "Hey, sister Song Song, why are you back..."
Encountering every minute, he hid under the table, covering his ears with his hands, and his skillful movements... made people feel distressed.