Chapter 33 33 Ah, throat, my throat!
Just after dinner time, there was a noise at the entrance, and a little guy like a firecracker rushed into Feng Ci's room.
"Brother, Mom took me to eat a lot today, I brought you some candy!"
Feng Ci raised his eyelids from a pile of papers and looked at her, his fingers stroking her slippery thighs, his eyes full of murderous intent.
Meiguo took out a wrinkled White Rabbit candy from her pocket. Because it had been kept in the bag for too long, the candy became soft and seemed to be melting.
He held it up to Feng Ci like a child presenting a treasure: "Brother, you eat it."
Feng Ci refused to buy it. He lifted up Meiguo's hood, narrowed his eyes, and asked unkindly, "Why don't you shave Daddy's hair instead of mine?"
Nail polish can be removed easily, but once his hair is shaved off, it will take a long, awkward period for it to grow back, and it will prick your hands terribly.
Berry, who had done something bad, had her mother as her support, and stood up straight: "Because I am a little familiar with your fur."
Is she the one who does the work? She only picks mature hair, which makes sense. This cold-blooded shaving expert!
"If you always try to cheat your acquaintances like this, who will want to play with you in the future?" Feng Ci's resentment was not a little bit.
"Then I won't play with anyone else." Meiguo smiled and hugged Feng Ci's arm, "I'll just play with you."
Despite the sweet talk from such a young age, Feng Ci loosened Berry's hood, pushed aside the fat kid's fingers one by one, and raised his chin unmoved.
"If you can't even keep the water level, who would want to play with you?"
Seeing Feng Ci was angry with her, Meiguo pinched the corner of her clothes and reflected on herself for three seconds. Her big eyes rolled around and she said, "I'll go out for a while."
"Hey, close the door!"
"Just close the door."
“…You bandit!”
Feng Ci was so angry that his liver ached. He accepted his fate and stood up to close the door.
Ten minutes later, the bandit witch jumped open the door and shouted to Feng Ci, "I'm back."
Feng Ci ignored her. Meiguo placed her hands on her waist and repeated in a deep voice, "I'm back."
Feng Ci covered one ear, his brow furrowed so tightly that it could kill a fly: "I heard it."
Meiguo climbed onto the table very skillfully, and lay on the edge, looking at him with her watery round eyes. Her sturdy little body blocked most of the light.
"Just ask me what I'm doing."
Feng Ci looked at him distressedly as he had written most of the test paper, which was wrinkled by the little fat boy. He grabbed her face impatiently and said, "Tell me, where have you been?"
The fat kid puffed out his chest and answered loudly: "I took off Daddy's woolen pants."
“……?”
Meiguo held Feng Ci's fingers tightly: "Brother, can you play with me now?"
Feng Ci withdrew his hand angrily: "You said, you shaved Daddy's leg hair? Like me, it's bald?"
"Yeah." Meiguo held up the still-warm tool, "Now Daddy is as white as you."
Feng Ci was silent for a moment: "Are you planning another sneak attack?"
"I don't have any." Meiguo took out the candy that Fengci hadn't caught from her pocket, "I used the candy to exchange for the woolen pants from Dad."
Message:...
That night, Feng Ci quietly lit three sticks of electronic incense. The believer vowed to be a vegetarian for three months, praying that he would not inherit his father's daughter slavery and love-brained personality!
*
Meiguo was born in winter. According to normal calculation, her birthday had passed half a year ago. In some places, it is taboo to postpone birthdays, but Feng Chen and Qiao Tong didn't care at all.
They decided to hold a grand and warm birthday for Meiguo next month and invite all her good friends to their home to celebrate together.
The only thing that bothered Feng Chen and Qiao Tong was what kind of gift they should prepare for Meiguo, one that was both unconventional and that the little girl would like, and preferably one that she would remember for a lifetime.
In previous years, when Feng Ci celebrated his birthday, the couple's way of celebrating was simple and crude: spending money! They would buy whatever they liked, which saved both parties a lot of trouble.
When it came to treating their only precious daughter, they immediately eliminated such a sloppy and perfunctory approach. Qiao Tong had finalized the gift of berries half a month ago, but Feng Chen had made no progress.
Feng Chen scratched his head in a place where no one could see him. As a gift from his father, it had to be high-end and classy.
When he got up in the morning, Feng Ci took the initiative to make a cup of coffee for Feng Chen, who had dark circles under his eyes.
"Dad, give Guoguo some jewelry." Feng Ci pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him. "She likes jewelry."
Feng Chen sneered, "How vulgar! Your sister isn't just any kid. She's a little witch. Do you think she'd like something so vulgar?"
Feng Ci felt that his father had a filter for berries that was as thick as a city wall.
"Dad, when you give someone a gift, you should give them what they like. With all due respect, instead of planning to invite a bunch of celebrities to sing and dance at home, you should give her a cabinet full of jewelry."
"Um?"
"What star? You don't understand at all. That's the Snow King your sister likes. Your sister loves to watch the Snow King sing and dance." Feng Chen glanced at him unhappily, his tone a little smug, "It seems you don't understand your sister as well as I do."
Feng Ci raised his head and took a big sip of coffee: "Dad, why do you think I borrowed Mom's jewelry before?"
Feng Chen: "Why? Because you are secretly in love without telling us."
Feng Ci stood up and was about to leave, but Feng Chen stopped him: "I'm just trying to trick you. Young people are so arrogant. Sit down."
Feng Chen took the information provided by Feng Ci to heart. He instructed Secretary Wu to contact several jewelers to send all the latest jewelry over. Secretary Wu was awakened early in the morning by the boss's ostentatious phone call.
"Okay got it, boss."
Feng Ci reminded him at the right time: "Dad, that little bit of jewelry is just a drop in the bucket. For the long term, I suggest you buy Guoguo a mine."
Feng Chen raised his brows and gave him a stabbing look: "Your sister is a three-year-old girl, not a Christmas tree. You put so many jewels on her. Have you ever thought that she will be tired?"
"And why did you give her a mine? To let her sleep in it?"
"How cold!"
Feng Ci moved his mouth but was speechless.
*
The protagonist Berry, who is at the center of the incident, has no idea how many brain cells her parents and brother have lost for her birthday. Apart from playing every day, her greatest pleasure is to harass her brother.
Berry would always suddenly appear when Feng Ci was feeling the most dizzy, bringing either candy, fruit or pastries.
For example, at this moment, Meiguo got a bag of powerful popping candy: "Brother, I'll give you some crackling candy."
Feng Ci rubbed his brows tiredly, without any appetite at all: "Thank you, I'll eat later."
"Brother, your eyes are so dark." Meiguo looked at Feng Ci's two big dark circles from left to right, "Who hit you?"
"No one hit me." Feng Ci picked up the water cup and was about to take a sip, but found it was empty. "Guoguo, pour me a glass of water."
Berry obediently ran out with the cup of water, found lemon slices and honey in the refrigerator, threw them into the cup, stirred them, and took it out.
Overusing the eyes can easily cause eye fatigue. Feng Ci tilted his head back and put two drops of eye drops to relieve the fatigue. The excess drops flowed down the corners of his eyes, and he gently wiped them off with his fingertips. There was an inexplicable sense of weakness.
Meiguo pushed the door open and saw the scene. She covered her mouth and cried out in anger for her brother: "Brother, don't cry. I will avenge you."
Feng Ci glanced at her lazily.
"Then tell me how to avenge me?"
Feng Ci thought of the previous incident with that super-strong old man and said with a smile, "Are you planning to kill him with cuteness again?"
"No, I hid under the stool and poked his butt with my squeak."
"What?"
Meiguo chuckled as she spoke: "I can also go to his house in the middle of the night and eat all his snacks so that he has nothing to eat."
"My stomach is so big that I won't leave any candy for him."
"...Okay, give me the cup and go play."
Berry: "I don't want to play. I want to make a magic potion for my mother. Bye."
Feng Ci had an idea and quickly called out to the impetuous child.
"Guoguo, can I see how you make the magic potion?" After all, it was something that would go into his stomach, so Feng Ci felt more at ease seeing it with his own eyes.
"Can!"
In order to avoid being discovered by their parents, the brother and sister closed the doors and windows. Feng Ci put away all the important books and waited with wide eyes for the little witch to perform her magic.
Meiguo took out a familiar iron pot, spatula, and simple stove from her grandmother's bag, took out a handful of dry firewood, and poured clean water into the pot.
"Wait, don't you need to wash the pot?"
"I forgot. Hey, I'll wash it next time."
Feng Ci took a breath and said, "It's okay, I won't drink this soup."
At this time, Feng Ci had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter. If he came here many years later, he would definitely shout loudly, "Run, run away!"
Feng Ci, who witnessed the entire process of the little witch making soup, wanted to poke his eyes out.
Throwing the Feifei fruit into the boiling pot is fine, but isn't the Rongrong seed cotton? How can you throw it in? And where do the broom whiskers come from?
As the ingredients that Berries threw into the pot became more and more outrageous, Feng Ci regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself.
What are you looking at? This is even harder to eat.
Although he has a heart dedicated to his sister's career as a witch, it doesn't mean that he can drink this pot of messy additives.
Feng Ci was frightened by the berry soup's chaotic nature: "Where's your magic book? Stop messing around. You almost threw a shoe insole in it."
"Grandma said that when a little witch makes soup, the most important thing is to trust her intuition." The implication is that reading magic books is useless, there is no specific recipe, and what is put in the soup depends on the little witch's mood.
Feng Ci wiped his face and said, "Then can you tell me why you threw the velvet seeds and broom whiskers in? They don't seem to be food, right?"
Meiguo scratched his head and chuckled: "I don't know either. I've already thrown it away. It's okay, brother."
—Try and you will die.
Berry lived up to expectations and cooked a pot of black soup. She closed her eyes, waved her hands and muttered something to the soup. When the spell ended, the confident little witch opened her eyes.
"Brother, the magic potion is ready. Do you want to try it?"
Feng Ci opened his mouth weakly: "I don't feel well today, why don't we wait until next time." He wouldn't watch it next time.
Berry: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The child had already reached into his bag with one hand: "I'm looking for some potion."
Feng Ci knew that he could not escape today. He looked up to the sky and sighed as if he had lost his parents. Drink, drink, everyone has to die, sooner or later it is all death.
Feng Ci pinched his nose, closed his eyes in pain, and drank the whole pot of soup made of leftover rice, cotton, fruit, and vines.
"Hiccup——"
Feng Ci rolled his eyes and was almost suffocated by the gas.
Berry, who had anticipated this, flew up to the ceiling on her broom. "Brother, how are you feeling?"
How does it feel? It feels like wanting to die.
On the first night of being a guinea pig, Feng Ci fell into a deep sleep in anxiety. Before losing consciousness, he vaguely thanked his gratitude, thinking that he was not dead, which was great.
Feng Ci regained consciousness when his cell phone rang. The sun shone on him, and he felt the warm sunlight with an expression of having survived a disaster.
"Brother Feng, we're out of beef buns. How about I bring you pork buns?"
Feng Ci yawned: "No, I—"
The sound stopped abruptly.
Zhang Mai: "Hey hey hey?? Girl!"
"Sister, who are you? Where is my brother Feng?"
Feng Ci hung up the phone in a panic. His throat, ah, his throat!
Why is it a woman's voice!
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