When Jiang Chi got home, it was almost nine o'clock.
For the first three hours, in the music room, as Jiang Chi's fingers touched the piano keys, his mind was filled with memories of the moments he had spent with Chaochao these past few days.
Inspiration bursts forth, and music flows forth.
This was the first time Jiang Chi had composed music so smoothly.
At this moment, Jiang Chi entered the villa, only to find that his uncle was the only one in the hall.
"Uncle, I'm back."
The man on the sofa gave a faint "hmm".
The TV screen showed a paused version of Peppa Pig.
On the sofa sat a little bunny dressed in a princess dress; on the coffee table were several bags of Peppa Pig cookies that had been eaten, an empty carton of peach milk, and a wad of unidentified tissues.
Jiang Chi hesitantly picked up the wad of tissues, peeled it layer by layer—
It was his lucky necklace.
Jiang Chi: "..."
You might say the little dumpling didn't care, but she carefully wrapped it into a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling) with a tissue...
She said she cared about it, but she wrapped it in a tissue...
Fortunately, on his way back, he stopped by his home, which was "flooded".
He took out a deep-sea blue velvet necklace box from his coat pocket and put the necklace inside.
After closing the lid, Jiang Chi looked around the hall, not seeing a trace of Tuanzi, and then stepped towards Huo Qin, "Uncle, do you have—"
The question caught in his throat.
The man, who was elegantly leaning back on the sofa looking at a tablet, raised his eyelids, his narrow black eyes icy cold. Jiang Chi's feet seemed to freeze instantly, and he dared not take another step forward.
If someone else were here, it might simply be out of fear.
But for Jiang Chi, there was an even heavier bloodline suppression.
"Ahem..." Jiang Chi coughed to ease the awkwardness, then turned around and said, "I'll take a look myself..."
Jiang Chi finally caught Chaochao in the kitchen.
At that moment, the little dumpling was standing by the table, in front of her was a transparent box of fresh seafood, inside which were crabs.
These are probably ingredients for tomorrow.
Jiang Chi roughly counted them; there were about seven or eight.
It moves slowly from side to side in the water, blowing small bubbles as it goes.
One of the crabs stepped on its companion's shell and climbed onto the edge of the box, its large pincers lazily hanging outside the packaging.
The little dumpling looked at it curiously, then stretched out its little hand.
Jiang Chi was startled; even an adult could easily get injured by the power of a crab's claws.
He was about to speak up and stop him.
"Rock, paper, scissors—"
The little dumpling solemnly punched the crab's big pincers.
Jiang Chi: "..."
He silently retracted the foot he had raised.
The little dumpling cheered excitedly:
"Yes, I won!"
"Again, again."
Small fists, big pincers.
"Hehe, I won again."
With her head held high and chest out, Chaochao was filled with pride and joy, and the slight frustration of losing two games in a row in the afternoon was swept away.
Jiang Chi leaned against the wall, watching the little dumpling throw ten punches in a row, before finally stepping over, grabbing Chaochao by the back of her collar and pulling her away from the box of crabs. "Stop playing around, be good."
If this continues, he feels the crab is so angry it's about to break off its own claws. Didn't you see it diving into the water and angrily spitting out strings of little bubbles? Be careful it doesn't escape with its accomplices and start a rampage of killing.
As Chaochao flew up, she felt a familiar force on the back of her neck. She turned her head and saw that it was indeed Jiang Chi.
"Brother, you're back! Let me tell you, I just won rock-paper-scissors so many times!"
She's amazing!
Upon landing, Chaochao opened her bright eyes and proudly shared her undefeated record with Jiang Chi.
"Yes, I saw it."
Jiang Chi saw it with both eyes: how this little devil bullied the crab to the point of withdrawal.
But Jiang Chi still raved about it: "Chao Chao is really amazing! In ancient times, she would definitely be a war god who was invincible. In modern times, she would be a boxing champion who is unmatched."
Jiang Chi blew his way through the little dumpling with his eyes closed, turning it into a hot air balloon.
Overwhelmed by the praise, Chaochao blushed slightly and said, "It's not that amazing."
Jiang Chi: "Yeah, how can it not count?"
Chaochao covered her bright red little face.
"Come with me." Jiang Chi finally got to the point, dragging the little dumpling towards the door.
As Chaochao staggered out with her brother, she stretched out her resentful little hand towards the crab, with an air of "Put me down and I'll fight it for another three hundred rounds!" "Crab, wait for me to come back!"
The older brother's lazy voice came from above, "Stop competing."
"Why?" Chaochao asked her brother pitifully.
Jiang Chi: "I'm in a bad mood because I've lost too many times, so it won't taste good tomorrow."
Chaochao: "!!!"
The little dumpling immediately turned its head and politely declined the crabs, saying, "Crabs, let's stop here for today."
Finally, without any struggle, she left with Jiang Chi.
The crabs in the water were gurgling and blowing out a bunch of bubbles.
You're quite a polite kid!
Jiang Chi led Chaochao to the garden. When Chaochao realized they weren't going back to the living room, she said, "Brother, you've gone the wrong way."
Jiang Chi: "...You didn't go to the wrong place."
He stopped Chaochao in one spot, then squatted down and teased, "Want to eat Peppa Pig again?"
Chaochao's almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, and she nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "I want to think about it!"
Suddenly remembering something, the little dumpling swallowed hard, then corrected in a serious tone: "Brother, this isn't Peppa Pig. Peppa Pig was just building a new house."
Jiang Chi nodded perfunctorily, "Okay, okay. So, does Chaochao want to eat barbecue?"
Seeing that the little dumpling was nodding its head so hard it was almost broken, Jiang Chi finally smiled and took out a box of barbecue from the table next to him.
He not only went home, but also went to a barbecue restaurant and bought some kebabs.
He used to delegate these kinds of trivial tasks to his assistant, but he was surprised to find that doing them himself actually made him feel good.
Jiang Chi handed a skewer of spicy beef to Chaochao. He had told the shop owner to make the skewers easier to chew.
After eagerly anticipating the meal, Chaochao swiped the skewer across her mouth, opened her little mouth, and started eating with a loud "whoosh!" She was much more skilled than last time, clearly having mastered the basics of eating skewers.
The system thought that Chaochao's progress was mostly because she was dreaming about eating kebabs, and her little hands were also busy pulling at her mouth. It could be said that she had become skilled through practice.
I secretly work hard in my dreams, and then amaze my brother!
Jiang Chi's eyes did show a hint of surprise upon seeing this, but he didn't forget to put a finger to his lips and say, "Shh—don't let Uncle find out."
Chaochao, busy eating, nodded repeatedly, "I say yes—"
But at the same time, she took out a string of skewers from the box and put it to Jiang Chi's lips, saying, "Brother, have some too."
Jiang Chi wanted to say that he had already tried a few skewers, but he still took them without thinking.
After eating something strong and spicy, it's nice to try something mild.
living room.
Huo Qin had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cup of hot milk. His narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and his almost tangible gaze pierced through the window glass, landing on the two people who were huddled together, sneaking a bite to eat.
Huo Qin: "Tsk."
Have these two forgotten that this is a one-way window?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
