'60s Little Fat Cub [MTL]

19-20

Note:
Promise = Xu Nuo (FL)
Milk = Grandma

Chapter 19: Asking for brothers

Song Yuhe went out, and came back with a smile and pride, like a winning rooster. Song Lanshu saw it and didn't ask much. She helped Song Yuhe rectify a table of dishes together.

Chicken stewed with mushrooms, braised vegetable platter, stir-fried ham with wild vegetables, fried pork in a pot, stewed vermicelli, scrambled eggs with leek, and pork and mushroom soup. The staple food is white rice.

With such a table of dishes, the fragrant promise of saliva is about to flow out. She quickly wiped the corners of her mouth with a vespa, and then looked at her little brother again. Good guy, the little brother's saliva was about to fall to the ground, and even Han Ang next to him swallowed fragrantly.

Although I knew that the little brother was a snacker and a child, looking at him, he still couldn't help covering his face and pretending not to know him.

"A lot of dishes." The little brother couldn't help sighing after being pressed off by his sister. He held his little face and rippled with a face: "So many dishes, so happy."

"Hand your hands quickly and get on the table later." Song Yuhe looked at the little ghost spirit and poked his forehead, and then took him to wash his hands.

They are all about the same age. This grandson really loves to eat more than his granddaughter and Xiao Ang next door. He has a heart-eye. If the family has never shortened his food and drink, why is the gap between the two brothers and sisters so big?

She watched her hand washing her hands obediently and wipe her own, and then went to the table to wait for the promise to eat. Then she looked at her grandson, who was carried to the basin and washed her hands and rubbed her hands randomly and rushed to the table. Her heart couldn't help soften.

They are still small.

When they grow up, they will be old.

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Five people came to the table. Song Yuhe greeted several people to eat. You're welcome, and poured a glass of wine for Song Lanshu: "This is brought back by Xiaoxue. She said that her mother made it with blueberries. It's not very intoxicating. You can try it."

Song Lanshu looked at the wine in the glass in surprise: "This color is really beautiful."

"It's good-looking, but the degree is a little low, and it's not as good as what we make ourselves." Song Yuhe also poured himself a cup. She is a person who usually drinks two sips of wine with her son and daughter-in-law. She is used to drinking high degrees. This kind of low-degree drink is like drinking sweet water.

"Milk, I want to drink milk too." The little brother saw that his milk and Aunt Song had beautiful sweet water, but he, neither his sister nor Han Ang, so he quickly went over to try it.

"Children can't drink." Song Yuhe removed the glass and took away the bottle to prevent him from touching it.

The little brother was unconvinced: "I'm already a big child."

Song Yuhe looked indifferent and ruthless: "The eldest child won't be greedy."

Xu Cheng got stuck at once, and he twisted embarrassed: "Well, I'm not greedy."

He sat honestly beside the promise, and from time to time he used his bad chopsticks to pick up the promised food.

Kill a chicken, and the chicken legs and wings are brine. Promise is not that I like to eat chicken thighs very much. Between chicken thighs, chicken thighs, a chicken wing root and a chicken wing. She chose chicken wing root and chicken wings. The two chicken thighs were divided by the little brother and Han Ang. Both brothers grabbed the chicken's thighs and gritted their teeth and looked ferocious. Even if the meat had been stewed very badly, his mouth was small. They had to open the 'blood basin' and mouth' for a bite, so his expression was quite distorted.