Gu Lan and Qingqing squatted at the door of the kitchen, staring at the busy people inside.
A separation line was drawn in front of the two siblings with chalk, and they were ordered not to cross the line and enter the kitchen.
Qingqing was a little indignant: "Nian Gao can go in to help, why can't we?"
She was angry.
"You, come on, are you going to help or to cause trouble in the kitchen, don't you know in your heart?" Gu Lan insulted his sister without any hesitation.
Qingqing sneered and immediately retorted: "Oh, you're not a kitchen killer."
The weird glutinous rice balls that this person had just made were still hanging aside. He dared to slander others when the evidence was solid. Who gave him the confidence?
After the quarrel, the two children who were isolated outside the kitchen looked at each other, sighed at the same time, and continued to look at the busy people inside with envy.
They also wanted to go in and help.
It's not that they are too hardworking, just for the joy of playing with the ingredients.
Obviously, this joy is not accepted by the parents. After
the glutinous rice balls were wrapped, Fu Heng took charge of the kitchen and cooked them, while the others moved to the dining room to prepare for dinner.
The large solid wood round table can accommodate more than a dozen people. Everyone gathered together, enjoying the food and toasting each other. It was very 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 the glutinous rice balls after dinner."
"Brother-in-law, where is my share?"
Gu Lan saw that Fu Heng only served glutinous rice balls to Qingqing, and suddenly felt that it was unfair.
They were all kitchen rookies who were kicked out, so why were they treated so differently?
"You don't have hands?" Qingqing glanced at her brother.
Used to him.
Gu Lan: "..."
Did I mean that no one gave me glutinous rice balls? The point is that I'm hinting that you care about me and fulfill your responsibility as a sister!
Pretending not to understand, Qingqing gave Nian Gao a chicken wing: "Nian Gao, eat more."
"Thank you, Aunt Gu." Nian Gao said politely, and Qingqing's mouth twitched when she heard it, and a burst of earth-shaking laughter broke out in her ears.
"Hahaha..." Nian
Gao, who didn't know the truth, looked at Gu Lan in confusion, not understanding why this strange uncle suddenly laughed so happily.
Others who knew the inside story kept silent in unison. After all, Mom/Qingqing's jokes were not so pretty.
Sure enough, in a split second, the laughter stopped
, leaving only the groaning sound of someone choking on something.
Qingqing quickly stuffed a piece of the durian cake that Gu Lan hated the most into his mouth to block that annoying mouth.
Gu Lan had a large piece of cake in his mouth in a funny way, his eyes widened, and the strange taste in his mouth almost made him faint.
He was about to spit out the durian cake, but he suddenly met his sister's threatening gaze: "There are children here, don't set a bad example of being picky eaters."
Subtext translation: Eat it, if you dare to spit it out, you're dead!
But would Gu Lan be someone who would be threatened so easily?
He lowered his head in anger and was about to vomit, but a familiar little hand appeared in his sight. He raised his head and faced Qingqing's pitiful little face.
"Qingqing knows that my brother is the bravest. It's just a durian. How could you not dare to eat it?"
Although he knew that this woman was pretending to be young and tricking him into eating the durian pastry, Gu Lan still softened his will.
It's just a durian pastry, not poison. Just eat it.
He closed his eyes and swallowed it in one gulp. After finishing eating, Gu Lan picked up several chopsticks of food with a stronger taste and stuffed them into his mouth in an attempt to suppress the nauseating strange smell.
The Fu brothers looked at their uncle's wolfish appearance with sympathy. The uncle was really acting like a spoiled child,
knowing that someone was holding his weak spot, but still insisted on coming forward to be abused. This was just a small episode, and did not affect the atmosphere of the entire reunion dinner. Everyone was talking and laughing together, abandoning the etiquette of not talking while eating or sleeping, and doing whatever they wanted. Not to mention, this kind of reunion dinner that can be called a party felt particularly good. It was lively and interesting. "Bye, Nian Gao, come to Auntie's house again next time." Qingqing personally sent Bai Qiyu and Nian Gao out, and sent them all the way to the gate of the villa area, and then waved goodbye to them reluctantly. "Bye, Auntie Gu." Nian Gao was also reluctant to leave Qingqing. After just one day together, he already liked this pretty auntie who would patiently play with him and help him with his homework. Most importantly, the pretty auntie looked a lot like his good friend Qingqing. Nian Gao was too young to think about the relationship between Qingqing and Aunt Gu, but this did not prevent him from having a lasting affection for her. It was just the kind of love that a child has for an adult he likes, similar to having an older good friend. Qingqing didn't turn around until Nian Gao followed Bai Qiyu into the car. As soon as she turned her head, she almost bumped into a broad embrace. But she braked in time, and couldn't stand the other party's initiative to "bump into her". Qingqing only felt her waist tighten, and she was pulled into a warm and strong embrace. Her whole body was enveloped by a familiar breath. Qingqing subconsciously reached out and hugged the man in front of her, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" "Nothing, I just want to hug you." Fu Heng arched his back and buried his head in Qingqing's shoulder, not wanting his wife to see his extremely ugly appearance. Fortunately, Qingqing didn't mean to ask questions. She stood there quietly, silently enjoying this hug. After a while. "Fu Heng." Qingqing said unbearably. "Hmm?" Fu Heng's consciousness was still immersed in the soft jade and warm fragrance, and he didn't come back to his senses. "My legs are numb." A little aggrieved. "..." Fu Heng turned around, squatted slightly, and motioned Qingqing to climb up: "I'll carry you back."
With a small cry of joy, Qingqing suddenly threw herself onto Fu Heng's back like a koala.
She let him carry her steadily on his back, and walked slowly towards the door of the house at the end of the street lights, stepping on their overlapping shadows one step at a time.
"Uncle." Nian Gao in the car looked at his uncle who was staring out the window and was reluctant to start the car, and couldn't help reminding him: "Aren't we going home?"
"...Back." Bai Qiyu came back to his senses, immediately turned the key, stepped on the clutch, put the car in gear, started the car and went home.
Along the way, relying on the intuition of a child to sense that Bai Qiyu was in a bad mood, Nian Gao also kept silent and kept quiet.
He couldn't learn to comfort others and make people happy like Qingqing did that day, so he could only accompany others in his own way.
The car was slightly bumpy on the road.
It was in this environment that Nian Gao began to feel sleepy, starting little by little in his head.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, he seemed to hear his uncle mumbling to himself: "It's missed, it's still missed, and there's no going back."
Who missed it?
What was missed?
What can't be returned?
These were all words that Nian Gao couldn't understand. It was too much of a headache. He simply stopped worrying about these irrelevant questions and continued to do his homework in his dreams.
There are a lot of homework in elementary school, many times more than in kindergarten. If you don't hurry up to complete your holiday homework, you will be criticized by the teacher.
Nian Gao doesn't care about his father being scolded by the teacher, but he cares about his uncle being criticized by the teacher.
Such a good uncle doesn't allow the teacher to criticize him.
***
Fu Heng was on the balcony answering the phone, while Qingqing was playing games on the sofa in the living room.
She had just recently become addicted to this
new game. Although she was not very good at ranking, she could not resist the beautiful costumes of the characters in it.
Yes, she had turned a competitive mobile game into a dress-up game, and she was the kind of player who really liked to spend money to buy fashion.
In comparison, her game partner was just as bad as her.
Han Weilan also liked to buy clothes, even crazier than Qingqing.
She could spend tens of thousands of dollars to win a rare fashion in the lottery, but Qingqing was a little more stingy and was only willing to spend a few hundred or a thousand dollars.
It's a pity that they can wear the most beautiful clothes, but they can't beat any enemy.
This is very confusing. It just so happens that the game master Han Weilan is busy and has no time to play with them, so the two noobs who were released were abused badly.
They were also ridiculed and scolded by enemies and teammates, which was very infuriating.
"Xiao Shen."
Fu Sixen was scrolling through his phone boredly, and suddenly heard his mother calling him.
"What does the Queen Mother want?"
He smiled and walked over and played a trick.
"Can you play this game?"
Qingqing showed the receipt screen. Fu Sixhen took a look and nodded immediately: "Of course I can. Some of the fashions in it were designed by the artists in our studio."
The developer who produced this game knew him, and the relationship between the two parties was pretty good. When they were occasionally too busy, they would lend artists and programmers to each other.
As the boss, Fu Sixhen could be a hands-off manager and leave most of the trivial official business aside, but he must not have a superficial understanding of the operation of the studio.
Although he did not manage the studio on the surface, in fact, the entire studio was under his control.
It's just that everyone was confused by Fu Sixhen's frivolous appearance, forgetting that this was the founder who founded the studio and is still their major shareholder behind the scenes.
However, for Qingqing, the above information was not as attractive as knowing that her son could play this game.
She immediately asked her son to go online and play with her and Han Weilan.
In order to avoid the situation where the master was dragged to death by two noobs again, Qingqing had especially reminded her son before the game that it would be very difficult to lead the two of them.
As a result, Fu Sixhen was not afraid at all.
Because this kid found foreign aid.
In the 5vs5 regular battle, in addition to Qingqing and Han Weilan each occupying a position, Fu Sixhen also pulled in two powerful foreign aids.
One of them Qingqing was naturally very familiar with, An Ran who was studying abroad.
She also knew the other one, who was a colleague in her son’s company and his good brother, Lu Renjia.
The three of them are all good at it, and in the situation of three leading two, Qingqing finally experienced the joy of winning without any effort.
It is incomparable. ,,.. ,...:
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