Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Little cotton shirt.
There was only a picture on the postcard, without a single word written on it.
At first glance, it looks like a group photo, but in fact it is two disposable photos that have been glued together.
Jiang Cheng clearly remembered that day, it was his birthday. Birthdays were never an important day for him, and that day should have been spent in an ordinary way, until she conjured up a birthday cake like a magic trick. There was no high-end restaurant, no beautiful atmosphere, the "poor girl" celebrated his birthday at the moment of nightfall. She was always jumping around, singing birthday songs loudly on the busy street, borrowing a light from a passerby, and when she lit the candle, Ji Ning said, make a wish.
Under her enthusiastic urging, Jiang Cheng closed his eyes to the candlelight. For the first time, he made an unrealistic wish, hoping that time would stay at that moment forever.
Before I could even open my eyes, the tip of my nose was smeared with sweet cream and the corners of my lips were soft.
Immediately, two crisp shutter sounds were heard.
That was the first time Ji Ning kissed him, and also the last time they met.
She pulled away cruelly, and in a way, the time in her memory stayed forever at that moment, which could be regarded as the fulfillment of her birthday wish.
Jiang Cheng has never seen these two photos.
I never thought that she would treasure the photos.
【Ahhhhhhh kiss scene, is this something I can watch? 】
[The rice smells so good, I eat it like crazy! ]
[The first photo shows surprise, the second photo shows blushing, so sweet! It really is true, what's wrong with me bumping into her! ]
【Zhubao "tick-tick-tick": Mom and Dad, where am I? 】
[A few months later, Zhubao said again: Daddy and Mommy, I'm born! ]
[Wuwuwuwuwuwu, I have waited for such a long time and finally today, I declare that we will celebrate the Chinese New Year in a 'century-long' way! 】
[This is the charm of one-shot photos, especially when you look at them many years later, they feel so ceremonial.]
[Especially since President Jiang and Ning Ning had forgotten about the existence of this photo, it suddenly appeared before their eyes.]
Before that, the guests just ate some melons from time to time to have fun.
But now, seeing with one's own eyes the power of this postcard, one is stunned, then laughs. When the brother and sister exchange glances, their eyes are almost sending out sparks, their gossipy souls are burning, staring straight at the protagonist of the postcard.
Based on previous experience, everyone guessed that Mr. Jiang's reaction would be reserved and restrained, and they were unable to analyze the reason, so they turned their eyes steadily to Ji Ning.
Jiang Cheng also looked at her.
For a long time, Ji Ning thought that the "pupil earthquake" mentioned on the Internet was just an exaggerated metaphor.
But at this moment, her pupils and eyes were actually shaking!
The night scene in these two photos is very beautiful.
Logically, without fill light, the image would appear dim, but surprisingly, the image was very clear.
Ji Ning thought of many possibilities about what happened back then. To her, these labels, such as willful, doing whatever she wants, and playing around, were not offensive. She did it on purpose to anger her family and she really wanted a child. After knowing her false persona, Ji Ning felt more justified. After all, her character had always been to care about her own happiness and never consider others.
But now, my thoughts were confused. She lied here and there, so how could she even trick others into kissing her?
The first reaction came out -
I was never a love-brained person!!!
Then she immediately overturned this idea in her heart.
No, it's probably photoshopped!
The guests have already started to make a noise, and Ding Muyun tells Zhuzhu that her parents didn't bring her because she wasn't born at that time.
The photographer moved the camera closer to capture everyone's expressions. Director Tao was grinning from ear to ear, the other staff members looked "surprised", and the cashier who had just defended the brand held his head high with a look of pride.
Ji Ning moved closer and looked at the two photos.
At that moment, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes looked at her tenderly, and even though he was surprised, he still responded. It was a very natural and intimate kiss.
Suddenly, it was like a buried ruin with faint dust floating in the wind.
Strange emotions surged into my heart, and in a very brief moment, the emotions disappeared completely.
"What's going on?" Tong Zhile said, "Ningning! You're kissing me when you're not familiar with me!"
Ji Ning: ...
It's terrible, and she was the one who took the initiative!
"Isn't this just a group photo?" Ji Ning started talking nonsense. "It's normal. Everyone takes photos like this. There's always some fancy tricks when taking photos."
"Baby," Jiang Cheng said to Zhu Zhu, "Not everyone takes pictures like this. Don't follow suit."
Ji Ning's eyelids twitched.
Meeting the baby's clear and innocent eyes, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly and she gave a dry laugh.
[That is, how to teach a child badly? Baby, don't listen to your mother's nonsense. ]
[Boss Jiang has found the place, hahahahahaha. ]
[Save a life, we can see with our naked eyes that Ning Ning is panicking!!!]
[It was a public execution with toes digging the ground. Last time it was woof woof woof, this time it was a kissing scene. Can the production crew be nicer to our Ningning? (doge)]
[She is anxious, she is anxious! ]
When something happens, the first thing you should do is not to panic.
Ji Ning calmed herself down as quickly as possible, stopped talking nonsense, and made up something sensible.
"You're not surprised by anything. This is a game of truth or dare." Ji Ning said, "I play this game with my friends. The loser has to take a kissing photo and leave it at the time post office."
"I happened to have something suitable, so I took the photo."
Tong Zhiqi said "Oh" meaningfully.
I just happened to have a suitable mouth at hand.
"It's not a romantic story, just a childish game."
"Think about it, why didn't I even register my contact address and phone number? I didn't plan to receive a reply many years later."
"I think everyone should understand what I mean by that?"
It was like a series of caws flying past her head. She finished speaking with gritted teeth and pulled the corners of her mouth.
Ji Ning looked guilty.
No one would believe such a lie as a great adventure, right? They should believe it...
Jiang Cheng: ...
I hope someone can believe it, I just don't.
The eldest lady's face is the most important.
For the sake of her screen image, Jiang Cheng cooperated.
After this incident, Ji Ning felt like she had just run a marathon and was almost exhausted.
"Miss Ji, if it's convenient, please leave a contact address." said the cashier.
Ji Ning's eyes were dull.
"I'll do it." Jiang Cheng said.
President Jiang knows all her current contact information.
Checkout continued, and Zhuzhu went to the postcard writing room with her mother.
The cashier's voice came from behind.
"Sir, do you need to advance the time that the postcards were originally scheduled to be sent out at the post office?"
Ji Ning pulled Zhu Zhu and quickened her pace.
In the short term, she didn't want to hear the words "Time Post Office" again!
…
The postcard writing room is a small compartment in the time post office.
This relatively independent and quiet space allows everyone to think carefully about how to communicate with their future selves.
When his father came back, little Zhuzhu went to close the curtain.
Ji Ning held her chin with one hand, twisted a pen with the other, and stared at the newly bought postcard.
"What are you writing?"
The space was cramped, and when she felt the warm breath coming from behind her, she immediately sat up straight and held her back very straight.
"I'm just writing randomly. I can't even make sense of the conversation with the past, let alone the future."
Ji Ning turned around.
She noticed that he was looking at her and was silent for a long time. When he spoke again, he was quite cautious.
"Photos..." he asked, "Why hide them?"
Ji Ning said seriously: "Isn't it obvious that I forgot?"
Amnesia is her shield.
After she finished speaking, Ji Ning turned around and waved to Zhu Zhu: "Baby, come here quickly. What do you want to draw?"
[What did you two talk about again? Quietly (very angry.jpg)]
[The situation is becoming clearer and clearer, here comes the sweet CP! ]
They also bought postcards for Zhuzhu.
Little Dumpling felt the joy of crazy shopping. There were a bunch of postcards in the shopping basket. After paying the bill, she lined them up in the cubicle of the writing room, not wanting to miss a single one.
Ji Ning teaches Zhu Zhu how to write her own name.
The full name is difficult to write, so the baby wrote his nickname. His chubby little hands held the pencil, but he couldn't control the pen steadily. He wrote his own name according to his mother's handwriting.
When sending postcards to family and friends, you should sign your name at the bottom to show your sincerity.
As for the main content of the postcard, the baby drew it.
She had a great time in the snowy ridge, with snowflakes everywhere, little snowmen, pine trees covered with frost, cool reindeers... so many happy memories that she couldn't wait to share with everyone.
The postcard with a picture of blueberry candied hawks was sent to my grandma.
The old lion is holding the little lion's skin by the scruff of its neck. This painting is for grandpa.
Sister Fang Fang likes to eat braised pork ribs, so she drew two pieces of fragrant pork ribs on the postcard.
Also garnish with green onions.
The round gold coin chocolate, Sister Siran asked her for it...
"There are no real gold coin chocolates?"
Little Zhuzhu is a little shy.
She pointed to her round belly and said, "It's right here!"
"Draw it on a postcard so Si Ran can keep it forever." Ji Ning looked down at the contact information on her phone. "Baby, draw it first. I'll ask her for an address."
Some people always say that there is no need to take such a young child out for a trip because memories are fleeting and the four-year-old Zhuzhu may have forgotten where he went when he was three years old.
But at this moment, when Zhuzhu used his childish brushstrokes to paint what he saw and gained during the trip on the postcard, sharing the tiny bits of happiness, the meaning of travel suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Many years later, Zhuzhu could no longer remember the scenic spots he visited in Xueling.
But she will remember that afternoon when her parents accompanied her in writing postcards.
These postcards are not written to the future Zhuzhu.
The little dumplings can be sent to friends and family immediately without being restricted by the time and post office rules. They are just ordinary souvenirs, but because of the baby's full of love, they become extremely precious.
"Wait a minute, I need to make some notes first." Ji Ning made simple marks on the postcards with a pencil, "This one is sent to the aunt who delivers milk to the baby at Yunbi Resort, this one is sent to Mr. Porcupine at the Nanwangyuan Resort Animal Farm, and this one is sent to Mr. Porcupine's neighbor——"
"Little lamb..." Zhuzhu tilted her head.
Jiang Cheng smiled: "Ms. Lamb."
[Mr. Porcupine, Ms. Lamb... I feel like my whole body has become soft and warm. It's so nice.]
【Hahahahaha Soon, the little animals in the animal farm will each receive a postcard from afar.】
[Reindeer: Why don't I have any? Is it because I took all your deer grass! ]
[How funny! Have you really not considered sending condolences to the flowers and grass at the door of Sanyang Kaitai's house? ]
[I remember digging up something before, saying that Ji Ning should be the daughter of the Ya Ting Group, which is pretty impressive.]
[I remember that it was my grandma and grandpa who went to South City to pick up the baby... Even Porcupine received the baby's postcard, but where were my grandma and grandpa? ]
[Hedgehog: I have endured for a long time. It turns out that no one speaks up for me.]
Ji Ning continued to write.
Jiang Cheng looked at her profile.
Memories surge in my mind, and after freezing, they stay in this ordinary and beautiful moment.
After revealing his identity, he never made his feelings clear.
For fear of being rejected even more harshly, I just deceive myself.
Isn’t superficial happiness a kind of happiness?
In this variety show with the theme of emotional repair, Jiang Cheng is just an airborne guest, and most of the time he is just a passerby, serving as a filler in the game segments.
In fact, if we get serious about repairing intimate relationships, he may not even be as serious as three-year-old Zhuzhu.
Netizens have analyzed Jiang Cheng's level in intimate relationships.
Commonly known as elementary school chicken.
During this period of time, Jiang Cheng did not hurry and always covered his ears to maintain the status quo.
He thought everything would continue like this until just now, when he saw the two photos.
First of all, why did she hide the photos?
She threw away the photos from that time without hesitation.
No address or mobile phone number is left, but you can open this postcard by taking your ID to a time post office.
At that time, Ji Ning had no idea that she would suffer amnesia in a car accident.
She left the photos in such a roundabout way.
I can't bear to deal with the photo...
Is this possible——
Still, not, in love?
Second, she had a momentary loss of consciousness when she saw the photo.
She wants others to believe the lies in Truth or Dare in order to maintain her screen image.
He didn't believe it, but was actually very happy because he hoped that the photos would help her recall those sweet times.
Maybe others didn't notice her slightly changing expression, but Jiang Cheng saw it.
What was she thinking at that moment?
Did you remember those times, even just for a moment?
"Jiang Cheng." Ji Ning raised her eyes and pointed at the pencil writing on the postcard. "I wrote the wrong word. Go buy me an eraser."
"Right away."
She was in high spirits when she saw President Jiang leaving.
"Baby, what happened to your dad?"
"I'm so happy!"
Ji Ning:?
President Jiang's back is full of vigor and vitality——
She remembered.
Otherwise, why didn't she call anyone else but him? !
…
In the movie queen's family's small compartment, Xiang Xinghui placed the postcard on the table.
"Your handwriting is more beautiful, you write it." Ding Muyun said.
"Then I'll write it." Xiang Xinghui held the pen, "A wish list, sent to us twenty years from now."
A wish list written on a postcard was something Zhou Zhou had never seen before.
He sat in the chair, staring at Xiang Xinghui's unrestrained handwriting flying on the card.
"What will happen in 20 years? By then, we will be 60 years old."
"Mu Yun finally gave up her career and agreed to travel around the world with me. In every city we visited, we would try the popular local snacks. At the age of 60, I am semi-retired and no longer need to control my diet and body shape. At the same time, my teeth are still good, so everything I eat tastes delicious."
"I have graduated from Zhouzhou University, and I don't know whether I will continue my studies. But whether you continue your studies or start working, your parents will support you."
"Of course, if Zhou Zhou is like his father, and meets a girl he truly loves at a young age and is ready to enter the marriage hall early, I won't object."
Ding Muyun pushed him and said, "The child is still young, what are you talking about?"
"It's true." Xiang Xinghui smiled.
In the show, they went through a long journey from being at loggerheads to gradually being willing to trust and understand each other.
In fact, it was not that the program team arranged a tailor-made segment for them to repair their relationship. In fact, deep down, they were unwilling to give up this marriage.
Fortunately, they did not give up, and they have come this far hand in hand.
Towards the future.
Netizens always say that Ding Muyun is a fidgety person who pretends to be casual and at ease in front of the camera, but actually wants everything.
Xiang Xinghui could find no fault with this marriage; instead, it was she who was always not firm enough.
Even when Zhou Zhou came to their house, she was still not firm enough.
But what's wrong with the child?
Ding Muyun stretched out her hand and put it on Zhou Zhou's shoulder, just like she did to Xiang Xinghui.
The child was a little stiff, and just as he was about to lift half of his shoulder, he suddenly stopped.
There was still a smile on Ding Muyun's lips, but she noticed Zhou Zhou's resentful expression out of the corner of her eye.
She thought she had seen it wrong and was slightly stunned.
Xiang Xinghui grabbed half of Zhou Zhou's shoulder and exerted his strength.
His expression became serious until Zhou Zhou lowered his head.
"What are you doing!" Ding Muyun slapped the hand that was walking towards Xinghui.
She is not ready to be a mother yet.
She didn't even have time to make any changes, she just took a big step and became the mother of a five-year-old child.
Love is concession and tolerance.
At first, Ding Muyun forced herself, but slowly, she felt that as a mother, she should have a set of formulas.
"Let go, the child is in pain." Ding Muyun said angrily.
He let go of Xinghui's hand.
Perhaps because he felt protected, or perhaps because Ding Muyun's loud voice scared Zhou Zhou, the corners of his mouth turned down.
Then, his eyes turned to the postcard.
The little man bit his lips to hold back his tears.
Until the next moment, Ding Muyun gently hugged him.
"Okay, okay, why are you crying?"
The child raised his head in his foster mother's arms.
She wiped away his tears gently with a tissue, her movements graceful and slow.
The actress and her family completed the postcard and put it into the mailbox outside the Time Post Office together.
Zhou Zhou fell behind alone.
Not long after, he saw Xiang Xinghui turning around.
In the blind spot of the camera, Xiang Xinghui spoke in a very low voice.
"Do you want to be sent back to your uncle's house, or stay here?"
"You choose."
Ding Muyun noticed that her husband and Zhou Zhou slowed down their pace and looked back curiously.
When she turned around, she saw Xiang Xinghui's warm smile.
And Zhou Zhou, followed closely, walked forward slowly.
His voice was very soft, like a mosquito bite, and his tone was helpless: "Mom..."
Ding Muyun was stunned and took his hand in surprise.
"Yes." She replied.
…
Netizens’ eyes are the ruler.
They keenly discovered that after leaving the Time Post Office, the conditions of many guests had undergone subtle changes.
Zhou Zhou spent most of his time with Ding Muyun. It was unclear whether he still rejected his foster mother, but at least the child took a difficult step to get closer to her. In the process of learning to be a mother, Ding Muyun found a suitable template and followed Ji Ning's approach to show kindness to the child.
Xiang Xinghui was very pleased and always watched their interactions with a gentle gaze. The curve of his mouth became deeper and deeper, and he smiled more often.
Tong Zhile received a small gift, which was an eraser given to her by Zhang Yanxi.
Netizens have long noticed that many times, the sharpness of the prickly sister is just bluffing. In fact, she is like a little girl who opens the box of erasers with very small movements and touches them lightly for fear of dirtying them.
"It's just a box of erasers. What has happened to your baby?" Tong Zhiqi said, "If you like it, I'll buy you a few more boxes."
Tong Zhiqi really went back to the post office again, but his sister followed closely.
It would be better to call it "hunting" rather than "chasing", she yelled at him from behind, asking him not to waste the money.
I am not an elementary school student who has to write with pencil every day. How can I ever use up so many erasers?
Looking at the brother and sister quarreling, Ji Ning laughed out loud.
She picked up the exquisite packaging paper bag from the Time Post Office and took out the pen she had just carefully selected.
"Zhuzhu, you forgot to mix the ink!"
"ink……"
Ji Ning told her that fountain pens are different from pencils, and you can't just sharpen them and start writing.
It needs ink to write smoothly.
The little dumpling puffed up his cheeks and pouted twice: "Just like a squid spraying ink!"
Ji Ning realized that she had really underestimated the baby.
She also knew that the squid had a belly full of ink!
In order to encourage Zi Zi to get rid of her illiterate status as soon as possible, Ji Ning asked her to learn from the squid.
One day, she will also have a lot of ink in her head!
【Squid: I never thought I would have a role in this show.】
[The little animals are all lined up. One day, our baby family will cue them. No one can be left out.]
[You all said that the guests are different from before, but why do I feel that the most obvious change is that of President Jiang? ]
Jiang Cheng's emotional ups and downs are indeed the biggest one.
Common descriptions like calm, expressionless, and unperturbed don't apply to him, at least at the moment.
In a corner that netizens have not noticed, humans and machines have evolved again, completing a true self-attack.
Like a peacock spreading its tail, Mr. Jiang was in a good mood and even his steps were brisk.
[Indeed, Teacher Xia still has something. After this visit, many guests have gotten rid of their half-dead state.]
【Whether it was the paper airplane, meditation, spa, or the time post office, everything was well arranged. After flying the paper airplane, everyone smiled a little more. After meditation and spa, we relieved our fatigue. Plus, after sending postcards at the time post office, not to mention the guests, even I felt relaxed.】
[I am looking forward to tomorrow's trip to the amusement park even more! 】
Before returning to the resort, the guests sent three representatives to negotiate with the director team.
"Director Tao, is today a spiritual journey?"
"The tasks throughout the day are a process of spiritual cleansing. The setting of each project is closely linked to each other."
Director Tao appreciated it very much and nodded with a smile.
"It's almost dark now--" Tong Zhiqi continued laying the mat.
Director Tao smiled: "Hmm?"
"No one wants to wash vegetables and dishes after cleansing their mind!" Ji Ning cooperated well.
"If I have to go home and cook, today's spiritual journey will be in vain!" said Tong Zhile.
The other guests immediately nodded their heads.
Seeing that this was an obvious pit, Director Tao actually stepped into it and kept complaining.
The guest representatives won a great victory.
Teacher Xia followed the program's procedures throughout the whole process. In the later stages, except for occasional interviews in the post-interview segment to output some professional theoretical knowledge, she basically had no role. She made preparations to go to the amusement park tomorrow, arranged the order of the attractions reasonably, and after completing the simple work at hand, she waited for the meal.
Teacher Xia has recorded some programs before.
For example, I have been a guest in the observation room of a divorce variety show, and recorded a podcast to explore psychological topics, but this time, it was my first time to be a flying guest and follow everyone around.
You know what, recording the show was quite interesting.
After dinner, they took the bus back home. They were already so far away from the resort without realizing it. The ride was so bumpy that she asked the driver, and he said he would take a long time.
The atmosphere in the carriage was great, and Teacher Xia took out the paper airplanes he had collected in the morning.
At that time, she asked the guests to write down their stress and worries anonymously on paper airplanes.
Now, Teacher Xia unfolds the paper airplane.
Teacher Xia asked the guests to help come up with solutions for each problem on the paper airplane.
[What about the sister who was asked by the leader to gather and fly paper airplanes after overtime? There is a sequel to this game. I hope your boss didn't see it.]
[I can't see it, the leader is busy working overtime. 】
[Laughing at me, the leader doesn't work overtime, he just orders the slaves to work overtime (with tears and hatred)]
"This paper plane says--"
"It's hard to please everyone."
It is impossible to satisfy everyone. The source of this pressure may come from work or life.
No one tried to guess who the paper plane belonged to. On the way back, everyone gave sincere and warm advice.
"Who cares what others say? Just keep your dissatisfaction to yourself."
"Create everyone!"
Tong Zhiqi: ...
If you are a fan of Chuangfei, I will be out of work.
One after another, Teacher Xia unfolded pieces of cardboard.
When her eyes fell on a painting, she looked puzzled.
After analyzing for a long time, Teacher Xia smiled.
"There are a lot of tables, chairs, and benches, and a little man."
"This is a picture drawn by one of the children. It wants to express whether the uneven tables and chairs are a source of security."
This is obviously a painting by Zhuzhu.
After hearing Teacher Xia's explanation, Ji Ning and Jiang Cheng were both worried.
Little Zhuzhu's head was shaking like a toad.
"What does Zhuzhu want to express?" Ji asked nervously.
Jiang Cheng was considering whether to arrange a child psychologist in advance.
Their eyes fell on Zhuzhu's chubby little face.
"What's your problem?"
The little dumpling hung his head and expressed his great worries at this stage.
"Why can't I play under the small table and chair?"
"?"
"Baby, the dust is huge!"
[Hahahaha this is so real! Which kid doesn't want to explore under tables, chairs and benches?]
[Last time I searched all the rooms in the house but couldn't find the goose girl. Later I found a little butt sticking out under the bed. When I pulled her little feet out, I was so disappointed.]
[Grandpa and grandma: Let the kids play! Clean the whole house, hurry up.]
…
The fourth day of the program was about to end, and Ding Muyun had already spoken before the bus stopped at the resort.
"Is the room repaired?"
The actress is quite talkative.
The program was recorded for four days in such cold weather, and she, her husband and children lived in the small shabby house for three whole days.
[Really, I can't stand it anymore. A poor night's rest will directly affect the recording of the next day's program, especially since the actress said before that her sleep quality is average.]
[Can't stand it +1! ]
[Persisting in the harsh environment for a day or two is already a sign of respect for the program crew as a triple-Award-winning actress, but do the program crew take the actress's family seriously? ]
Ding Muyun has always been dedicated to her work, but at this moment she had a sullen face, and she had already reached the limit of her tolerance.
The couple's accompanying PD hurried to comfort them, and Director Tao's mind was also working quickly.
The air pressure in the carriage dropped, and the driver did not dare to stop even when the bus passed by the dilapidated cabin.
At this time, the actress' family, along with other guests, were sent to a luxurious cabin.
Ding Muyun said that she must try to move in today.
The little guy had been curled up in the quilt and sleeping for several days. The child at least called her "Mom", so she had to do something for him.
"We'll discuss this slowly," said Director Tao. "Let's take it easy. Slow things down and things will turn out well."
Ji Ning asked Zhu Zhu in a low voice: "Are you hungry?"
Xiaotuanzi didn't eat much for dinner.
There were exquisite little cakes on the counter of the coffee bar in the Time Post Office. Ji Ning bought a few for her at that time. She ate so much that her stomach was full and she couldn't eat any more for dinner.
At dinner, the baby only ate a few mouthfuls of rice and vegetables.
I heard that just holding on would not work as it would cause food accumulation, so Ji Ning didn't force herself.
But I can't let the baby go hungry. Raising a child is too difficult.
"I'm hungry!" Zhuzhu said in a baby voice, feeling her empty stomach.
"What to eat?" Ji Ning thought carefully. This was another big problem.
"How about fried eggs?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"I want to do it too!" The baby immediately became his father's little tail.
They went into the kitchen together.
It was just a fried egg, but the father and daughter were very happy and asked a lot of questions.
Zhang Yanxi and Xiang Xinghui asked for one each and kept saying thank you for the trouble.
In the kitchen, Jiang Cheng picked up his daughter.
The baby stretched out his chubby little arm, poked the display screen, and turned on the range hood.
[Stretching out a little arm and flying in the air, just like Astro Boy! ]
[I still remember when my baby first participated in the show, he felt so strange even being picked up. Now he can be kissed, hugged and lifted up every day. It's great! ]
[If you don't understand, please ask. Can anyone tell me what Astro Boy is? ]
【Sigh, it is the tears of the times again.】
Frying a poached egg also requires skills.
Jiang Cheng followed the recipe he had learned step by step, and also passed on his skills to his son.
The first step is to determine whether the eggs are fresh.
"If the yolk spreads, it's not fresh anymore," Zhuzhu said. "It's not a good egg."
Jiang Cheng almost forgot that the baby is better at cooking than him.
Cold oil was put into the pot and the sound of the range hood started, but it was not noisy. The sound of discussion outside the kitchen could be heard from time to time.
"Besides the simple--ahem, plain cabin, we have four rooms left here."
"One room for President Jiang, one room for the siblings, one room for Ji Ning and Zhu Zhu, and one room for Yan Xi..."
Ding Muyun said: "That is to say, as long as we free up a room, we can move in."
"That's right in theory," the staff member was still considering, "but the question is, who can vacate the room?"
Little Dumpling poked his head out of the kitchen: "My dad!"
Mr. Jiang:!
The little cotton-padded jacket suddenly stopped leaking air.
Little Dumpling ran back from the kitchen door.
The photographer captured a close-up of Jiang Cheng's slender and bony fingers.
Two "dong dong" sounds, the eggs are being knocked.
The sound of discussion was heard again.
"Is Mr. Jiang moving to the daughter's room?"
"Ningning, your room should be quite empty, can you let him sleep on the floor?"
With a "bang", the eggs fell into the pot, and Mr. Jiang was very happy.
Little Tuanzi generously suggested: "My dad can live with Uncle Movie King."
After he finished speaking, the baby stared at the egg yolk slowly spreading in the pot: "Dad, this is a big bad egg!"
Jiang Cheng: ...
The same to you!
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