The doors of the main house and the side house creaked almost at the same time.
When Mei Cuiping opened the door and came out, she met Yun Aiguo and his son, and immediately her face looked as if she had seen a ghost.
When Yun Aiguo and his son saw her walk out of the room, they also looked as if they had seen a ghost.
"His father, Yongcheng, did you just get up?"
Yun Aiguo and his son nodded in unison.
"I just got up. What's that smell from the kitchen? Could it be that kid Mianmian?"
Mei Cuiping patted her thigh and hurried to the kitchen.
"It's dangerous in the kitchen. Go and check it out before the kid hurts himself."
Yun Aiguo and his son followed nervously.
The three of them hurried to the kitchen door, and Yun Mian was just holding a spatula and struggling to take the stewed potato dumpling soup out of the pot.
I saw the little girl standing on the stool, her movements were strenuous, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her rosy little face was stained with soot, but she was fine and didn't hurt herself.
The three people standing at the door breathed a sigh of relief in unison.
Yun Aiguo and his wife were deeply moved.
Such young children actually got up early in the morning to make breakfast for them!
"Grandpa, grandma, and uncle, you're awake. Breakfast is ready."
Hearing footsteps, Yunmian raised her head and looked towards the door. Seeing her grandparents and father, her dirty little face smiled like a flower.
When Yun Yongcheng met Yun Mian's gaze, his heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and he suddenly felt very sad.
A six-year-old child can actually cook a meal by leaning on a stool. How much hardship did he have to endure to be able to do this!
"Hey, when did you wake up? Why didn't you wake up grandma when you woke up?"
Afraid that Yunmian would get burned, Mei Cuiping hurriedly stepped over the threshold, walked to the earthen stove and took the spatula from Yunmian's hand.
"Your head is as tall as our clay stove. It's so dangerous to get up so early in the morning to cook. Grandma doesn't need your help with cooking. In the future, just tell me what you want to eat and I'll make it for you."
after!
Is grandma moved by compassion and planning to keep her?
Mei Cuiping's mumbling made Yun Mian secretly happy.
She simply wanted to cook a meal for her grandparents and dad, but unexpectedly she got something unexpected.
"Yongcheng, what are you still standing there for? Mianmian's face is as dirty as a cat. Come in quickly and get a basin of water to wipe her face."
Mei Cuiping didn't notice Yun Mian's expression at the moment. She was busy putting the noodles into a bowl and arranging Yun Yongcheng to get water for Yun Mian to wash her face.
Yun Yongcheng walked in, put his hands under Yun Mian's armpits, picked Yun Mian up from the bench, and then put Yun Mian on the ground.
As a fake cute baby, Yun Mian's face immediately turned red with embarrassment.
"Dad, eat slowly. No one is going to snatch it from you."
While eating, Yun Aiguo ate his bowl much faster than usual.
Early in the morning, when his stomach had just recovered, Mei Cuiping reminded him for fear that he might choke.
Yun Aiguo was completely unaware of how voraciously he ate. The potato dumpling soup he had this morning was so delicious that he was subconsciously stuffing it into his mouth.
Mei Cuiping reminded him, and he slowed down his eating. He looked up at the little girl sitting next to his wife and said vaguely, "Mianmian's dumpling soup is so fragrant and delicious. It's better than your grandma's. Grandpa likes it."
If Yun Aiguo had said these things in front of Mei Cuiping at any other time, Mei Cuiping would have kicked him under the table.
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