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¡°Dads, don¡¯t be jealous.¡±
The little dumpling raised his paws and hugged his little head, pouting his little mouth and letting out a deep sigh.
Hey!
Dads are more like six-year-old Tuantuan than Tangtang.
Countless silver-winged butterflies flew out from behind her little head, and soon formed three identical pictures in mid-air:
"This one was left in Qinyuan for the rich father, and the other three were hung in the General's Mansion, the Valley of Immortal Doctors, and the beautiful father's imperial study room."
Little Tuantuan was still standing on tiptoe, patiently answering his father¡¯s doubts: ¡°So every picture is carefully made by Tangtang, there is no difference.¡±
The expressions of the four dads changed from cloudy to sunny.
They sent their capable people to take the four paintings to a special shop to frame them and hang them in the most conspicuous places.
After finishing their work, the four of them looked at each other triumphantly: "Humph!"
I¡¯m the fastest at hanging my daughter¡¯s paintings!
Gongziyun shook his fan triumphantly: "Go back where you came from. I want to talk about the happiness of family relationship with my daughter."
Feng Hanchu sneered: "Junior Brother Su must have forgotten that Little Pastry will be living in the palace these days. If you steal her out today, your arrival at Qinyuan will be postponed by one day."
"Why?"
Gongziyun exploded on the spot: "Being bullied by your daughter-in-law, son and daughter every day in the palace? Not to mention me, who of you can stand it?"
Xuan Mo and Bu Chen: "I can't stand it!"
Feng Hanchu looked at the infuriating junior brother who was like a banished immortal: "Speaking of which, you shouldn't be with me? What good will it do to you if the little pastry leaves the palace?"
Bu Chen: "I have a private house in the capital, so I don't need to live in the palace."
Feng Hanchu: ""
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You are just doing it for your daughter, you are a liar.
Young Master Yun waved his fan: "Three against one, Tang Xiaoguai has to live in Qinyuan, no matter how many days you have left."
Feng Hanchu gritted his teeth: "Little pastry, you said you wanted to stayyou are writing to Runze again!"
Not only did I write it, I also drew a picture and sent it over.
The little pastry who was caught alive had his big eyes flashing, and he jumped on his short legs and let the silver-winged butterfly fly:
"Run quickly, the beautiful daddy is coming to catch you!"
After saying that, he pouted his little mouth and blew all the little butterflies away, and then patted his paws:
"Oh, no, the beautiful daddy can't catch it, just a little bit."
Feng Hanchu: ""
You're a stinky pastry who lives in Cao's camp but is in Han's heart.
not good.
Beautiful daddy is going to get angry, run away!
Xiaotuanzi immediately pushed the wheelchair and jumped up: "Grandpa, grandma, grandpa, grandma and Aunt Ning, see you later. Tangtang is running for his life, Chongya¡ª¡ª"
¡°Woo, the little dumpling ran three times and two times and disappeared in the small garden.
The four fathers said in unison: "It's all your fault for scaring my daughter away."
A crowd of people watching: ""
"The fourth father must be a big fool, right? No wonder Little Snowball's sweet baby wants to run away.
The little group that escaped from the dead stuck out its little tongue and shouted, slumped on the roots of the big tree, and raised its feet helplessly:
"I originally wanted to give that painting as a birthday gift to my beautiful father, but I gave it to him in advance. So what should I give Tangtang next month?"
Yan Gui patted her melancholy little head: "Sister, why don't you write a picture with your own hand, or make something to give to the emperor."
The little Tuantuan pouted her little mouth and patted her paws:
"Tangtang's hands and feet are clumsier than her feet, and her handwriting is ugly. Her beautiful father is so beautiful. If his beauty is affected, he will be sad."
Yan Gui continued to comfort Tuantuan, who was depressed: "Then what is my sister good at?"
The little tutuan licked and licked, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Eat."
Yan Gui: ""
It seems like there is nothing wrong with what you said.
I¡¯m so happy talking about this little group:
"Tangtang can eat meat, candied haws, various cakes and pastries, and Hey, why don't Tangtang learn to make a bowl of longevity noodles and make them for the beautiful daddy on his birthday?"
When we were in Yunwu Mountain, Master would make Tangtang a bowl of longevity noodles every time it was Tangtang¡¯s birthday.
It¡¯s a pity that we can¡¯t eat it this year.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Holding her chin in her hands, she blinked her eyes and thought:
When the Master¡¯s curse is cured, Tangtang will make all the longevity noodles she owes to the Master for him to eat.
Because she now has her own restaurant, and the food cooked by the master chef there is delicious. It is not difficult to make a bowl of longevity noodles.
Just do it.
The next day after coming out of kindergarten, Xiaotuanzi took Yan Gui and rushed directly into the restaurant.
The shopkeeper thought that the young master was here to make toothpaste again, and just wanted to ask the master to show off, but he didn¡¯t know that the young master came into the kitchen, took a small bowl and started digging noodles.
Xiaotuan is small, so it is more difficult to carry flour. After two trips, his face turned into a little cat.
She stretched out her pink and tender tongue and licked it. As a result, the flour on her little mouth turned into paste, as if she had a white beard.
The master chefs in the kitchen smiled from ear to ear, fetched warm water, and carefully cleaned the little master Tuantuan.
Some master chefs squatted next to the little master, teaching her step by step how to knead the dough, how to knead it firmly, and how to stretch the noodles.
In the first few steps, Xiao Tuantuan learned quickly and well.
When it comes to stretching noodles, her little arms are too short to throw them away, and they are too strong.
The first time I broke the noodles, they flew directly to the rafters.
The second time I wrapped the noodles around my little neck.
the third time¡¡
The little dumpling ran to Yan Gui's side and pulled off the little dough sticks on his eyebrows and nose:
"Tangtang doesn't want to learn anymore."
Yan Gui doesn't care at all: "Sister, don't give up halfway, you are already very good."
¡°At least I didn¡¯t choke myself with noodles anymore.
Xiao Tuantuan shook his little head: "It's not that I don't make noodles, it's that I learned without using flour. Tangtang wasted a lot of flour."
The master chef said that she could make steamed buns and distribute them to people begging outside, but looking at the mountains of dough, she felt shy.
"Tangtang learns it with mud first. When you're almost done, you can make it with flour, so you don't have to waste it."
She twisted her little body and looked proud as if "Tangtang is very smart."
Yan Gui touched her little head and said, "Then my brother will accompany my sister to make mud noodles with mud balls."
"OK."
The two Tuan'ers held their paws together and carried small baskets out of the back door of the restaurant, ready to dig some soil.
The waiter was carrying a basket of leftover steamed buns and giving them to the beggars waiting at the back door.
The beggars rushed forward.
There was a younger brother who ran the fastest, grabbed two steamed buns and ran away. The beggar who didn't grab the steamed buns chased him and beat him.
But he would rather be beaten than let go of the two steamed buns, which were so tightly held in his hands that his eyes were red.
The little boy held up a small backpack and rushed forward: "Wow, why are you beating someone? Let go of me, little brother."
How could a beggar ignore her for steamed buns?
The little ball jumped up and down anxiously, suddenly waving its paws and shouting: "Look, steamed buns!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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