Chapter 24 Chapter 24
"..." Mom Tao looked helplessly at her daughter. Hey, they are all children too. Why is the difference so big? When peaches are okay, they often make dumplings for themselves, but when they are packaged, they are the same. The dust has never been packaged, and a perfect dumpling comes out as soon as they get started.
But think again. After all, peaches are only six years old, two years younger than Chenchen, and it's good to make dumplings that are crooked. Thinking of it that way, I felt more relieved.
With the help of Shen Mochen, the dumplings were packed very fast. After a while, the bamboo dumplings were already full of dumplings.
Mom Tao went to dumplings with satisfaction, leaving Tao and Shen Mochen in the room with big eyes and small eyes.
"That ... husband, are you still angry?" Tao Zi gave Shen Mochen a careful look, thinking for a long time, or she would break the silence.
"Huh." Shen Mochen glanced at her, continued to pick up the reading textbook on the table, and looked up carefully.
Touched the gray of the nose again.
Tao Zi groaned her head, jumped out of the chair and went to the kitchen to help her mother.
After dinner, Mom Tao washed and brushed the two children, took a new quilt and laid it on the bed of Tao, and then urged both of them to go to bed quickly.
"Kids have to go to bed early and get up early!" Momma Zi stood with her hands on her hips, stood in the doorway of Momoka's room, and educated her righteously, then went back to her room to watch TV.
Peach and Shen Mochen were sitting on the bed one by one, facing each other.
Shen Mochen had the habit of reading books before going to bed, so he turned on the table lamp, leaned on the bedside, and seriously looked at the book in his hand.
Peach shrank into the bed, watching the lamp reflecting Shen Mochen's side face. His eyelashes were long, curled and curled. At this moment, he dipped halfway, leaving a halo in the eye socket. His nose was very straight, When reading a book, I like to squeeze my lips tightly. Peach looked at it, and fell asleep without knowing it.
Shen Mochen's eyes finally shifted from the book to the peach's sleeping face.
Her face was very white. At the moment, she was nestled in a warm quilt, with a hint of redness, and her big, slick eyes were closed tightly, and the distinct eyelashes trembled gently in her sleep. The rosy little mouth opened slightly and looked very cute, and the even and long breath slowly flowed from her slightly bulging nose.
"Stupid!" Shen Mochen's delicate eyebrows wrinkled tightly, muttering softly at the sleeping peach, thinking about stretching out her hand on the peach's round cheek, and squeezing hard, her face felt smooth. Softly, with a hard pull, her small mouth that was originally beeping was pulled into a straight line.
Shen Mochen finally lifted the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, turned off the lamp, and slept with his back to the peach.
Sleeping at night, I suddenly felt that something was constantly drilling into my quilt. Shen Mochen turned over, and was hugged by peaches. A pair of little feet climbed up to himself without accident.
Again.
Shen Mochen rolled his eyes helplessly, and used both hands and feet to forcefully peel off the peach stuck to himself.
"Wow--!" There was no surprise, and the cries of peaches rang again in the ears, and they seemed extremely harsh in this silent night.