Once it happens, it happens again. Xie Lin no longer felt awkward when the little girl clung to his arm while he slept.
I've already hugged you, carried you on my back, honey, cough cough, just relax and go to sleep.
He thought he could finally relax, but when he woke up early in the morning, he found the space next to him empty.
It wasn't the kind of empty space where a mischievous kid spins around at a 90-degree angle; it was a place where there was absolutely no one in sight.
Oh, and her beloved little trumpet is gone too.
Strange, the girl is awake, how come he isn't? Is his alertness that low?
He thought she had gone to the restroom, but when she didn't return after a long time, he panicked.
I glanced at the light outside the window, grabbed my watch, and saw it was six o'clock.
Why is my furry friend not sleeping this early in the morning? Where did he go to play again?
Did he go to the cafeteria again?
Feeling panicked, I quickly got up to look for someone.
The person is indeed not home, but the car is, so it probably wasn't at the cafeteria.
Where are we going?
Headache.
That brat.
The Xiao family.
Zhang Tong is used to getting up around six o'clock to make breakfast.
When I woke up this morning, I felt that the air was different from usual.
Xiao Dan also woke up, and the two of them got up together.
"Old Xiao, don't you think the air smells a bit nice today, like the smell of flour?"
"Are you still half asleep? I didn't smell anything."
"Are you still sleepy? Why don't you sleep a little longer and go to the cafeteria for breakfast later?"
"No, I still need to cook porridge for Shishi. No, it really tastes like wheat flour."
Zhang Tong became increasingly suspicious as he listened.
She's been cooking for decades; there's no way she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between rice, noodles, and coarse grains.
Strange, whose flour has been spilled?
That shouldn't be the case. If someone else's flour is spilled, it's impossible for it to blow onto your own property.
"Hey, Lao Xiao, why do I hear a noise coming from our yard?"
Xiao Dan listened carefully and realized it was true.
In an instant, a small, thin figure appeared in both of their minds.
Goodness, could it really be a furry kid?
Didn't she go back to sleep at the Xie family's courtyard?
Is this another time you've come to pet chickens?
No way! I know she's been thinking about eating chicken these past few days, but I haven't seen her go looking for any.
The two hurriedly ran out.
Wow, the door to the main room is indeed open.
Zhang Tong glanced at the corner where the grain was stored.
Well, the bag for the flour is gone.
Looking again at the doorway of my own room, I saw white marks.
It turns out that the flour in the house was spilled.
Is this brat carrying a bottle of flour to scout out her room, afraid he'll come out and catch her red-handed?
In the kitchen, a figure shrouded in white was busy at work.
What are you busy with?
Busy stirring the sauce.
The couple looked at the guy whose head, face, and clothes were covered in flour, and both rubbed their foreheads.
So, she came here early in the morning instead of sleeping just to mess with Bai Mian?
"Shishi, what are you doing?"
Zhang Tong approached and pinched off some of the sticky flour from her face.
How did you end up with a cat-like face?
Looking at the white batter in the water tank with a pang of heartache, she wondered why the furry child wasn't sleeping and was causing trouble here.
The gate to the courtyard was closed, so they had obviously climbed over the wall to get in.
"Stinky Egg is back! Shishi is going to make dumplings for him. Egg Dad said that after counting on his fingers it will be two days. After Shishi counts on his fingers it's time to make dumplings."
"But, Egg Mom, why is this dough different from the dough for making dumplings? Corpse can't make dumplings."
She scooped it up with a spoon and poured it back down; it was even thinner than porridge, and she couldn't rub it in her hands. She was so worried about Shishi.
The couple: ......
So, she counted on her fingers the first thing after waking up, and then came here to "show off her divine power"?
Every day, a little bit of fresh water is left over, and eventually, the tank is almost half full.
She poured the entire half-bag of flour into it.
Although the jar isn't big, it can only hold about three buckets of water, but it's still a jar.
With plenty of water and little flour, it has to be a paste, right?
Also, who was the right person to teach her to use a water vat to knead dough?
You brat, why didn't you say you wanted to make dumplings?
Didn't you say you were smart?
Why didn't you figure out that the ratio of more water to less flour wouldn't work?
And what about your filling? Is it ready?
Zhang Tong regretted it; he deeply regretted teaching her how to knead and mix dough that day.
She must have remembered the process that day, but only a small part of it, and forgot most of it.
I only knew that mixing flour and water together would make dumplings, without considering the proportions or knowing that I needed to use cooked water.
She slapped her forehead.
This is a headache. How much flour do I need to add to make a dough with so much batter?
If we don't add flour, then all the flour here will go to waste.
If we add flour, that would fill half a vat; how could we possibly finish it all?
It's hot today, so we can't leave it out for too long.
"Dad, is Shishi here?"
Through the courtyard wall, Xie Lin saw Xiao Dan standing blankly at the kitchen door, and had a vague sense of foreboding.
I have a feeling that the furry kid must have caused trouble here.
Xiao Dan didn't know what to say, so he opened the door and let him in to see for himself.
See? Your wife destroys food faster than you earn your allowance.
It's much, much faster.
He stopped going for his morning run and started carrying a bucket to fetch fresh water.
Without fresh water, we can't cook.
The kid's face was covered in flour paste and he needed to wash it with fresh water.
Xie Lin looked at the Snowflake Girl pointing at the water vat with a pitiful expression and felt his head buzzing.
A sudden clash of lightning struck his mind, shattering both his outer shell and inner self into a crisp.
After a long pause, she finally asked, "Shishi, what are you doing here?"
Zhang Tong turned around and handed the furry child over to the head of the household.
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