Uncle?
Thanks?
Have you said it more than twenty times?
Bi Tielin sighed in his heart, his eyes fell on the steaming charcoal pot. Amidst the smoke, his eyes blurred for a moment.
Xiaoxiao, there is really no need to remind yourself of your identity all the time.
Really, no need.
He doesn't try to be too ambitious or force things, and he knows his own worth.
The deliberate call of "uncle" was like reminding him: You are not worthy!
Smiling too deliberately can hurt others.
…
Liang Xiaoxiao also sighed in her heart.
She sat on the bed, watching Bi Tielin bring the urine bucket into the house again, fill the cup with boiled water, and burn the stove very vigorously... Before leaving, before leaving, again, that's pampering, right?
He lovingly placed the biscuit box next to her and said, "Eat some pastries when you're hungry. I'll make them for you tonight."
cake?
Old Kyoto people call dim sum "饽饽". This is because in ancient Kyoto, there was a "艐刑" (cutting people into pieces with a thousand cuts). Rich families would give gifts to the executioner, who would first cut the person to death with a single cut, and then cut the person into pieces with a series of cuts. The executioner would cut the person's heart with a single cut, which was called "dim sum".
Not many people care about this now, but when Bi Tielin said the word "饽饽", Liang Xiaoxiao missed her mother.
Because my grandmother always said that at that time the whole family lived in Kyoto, and when people were not able to eat enough, my grandfather could always get steamed buns for my mother. The first word my mother called was not "Mom and Dad", but "饽饽".
Liang Xiaoxiao didn't catch up on her sleep this afternoon. She couldn't sleep because her mood was too unstable that day.
She made up her mind:
No, Bi Yue is going to school. If Bi Tielin serves her like this every day, she'll go crazy! (To be continued.)
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