Back to the age: three-year-old cute baby becomes a group pet

Chapter 304 Dragon Boat Festival

The crisp little milk voice describes the process of making zongzi sentence by sentence, and occasionally a sentence or two of inner thoughts,
"Brother Zhi, how's it going? My grandfather said that to write about a matter is to take it apart and write it in order. The news in the newspaper is also written in the same way."

Zhu Nianzhi pulled Xiaosi up, "Let's go to my room."

"Zhu Nianzhi!" Zhu Hailong was furious, "Do you still want to dictate?"

"No, I just ask her to say it twice, and I will listen again."

bump!
The door was closed, blocking Zhu Hailong's glare.

Chao Yun also recovered from the shock, "Brother Zhu, it's okay. If the Chronicle can be written, it's fine even if you write it down. You ask him to recite it again. He's very impressed. Next time, he will know what to do." How did you write it down?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zheng Jialan also agreed, "Chaoyun is right, if the annals can be written according to Xiao Si's thinking, it will have an impression, and it will prevent him from being caught blind.

Sigh~ Chao Yun, just talking about it gives me a headache, Nian Zhi's heart is not in reading, Hai Long just teaches him, he just yells at him, father and son have the same temper, I have no power to do it! "

Chaoyun kept moving his hands, "Don't worry, studying is not the only way out, the situation is so good now, why not make money?

Nian Zhi can't sit still, do you want him to sit in the office?It must be impossible.Do you want him to study electrician?He's not safe and something will happen.

Don't worry, when he steps into the society, he will be able to find a path that suits him. "

Zheng Jialan sighed, "If you think so, how can you not worry? We always think that we have a lot of experience as parents and give him some advice, but he always feels that we are restraining him."

The two women talked about the parenting scriptures.

In the room, Cheng Li was forced to say it twice before being released.

After she was released, her dad cared and asked if she was being bullied.

Cheng Li raised her head, "How dare he? My dad spanked his ass."

"Hahaha, yes! He dare not."

Zheng Jialan glanced at her husband, and said to Chaoyun enviously: "Your little four is really a pain. I rely on her to help me transfer jobs. Hai Long is even more talkative about having a daughter."

Chao Yun hurriedly comforted her, but don't rob her little daughter with her husband, "It's good for a daughter to have a daughter, and a son for a son, it doesn't matter if the daughter is a son, as long as his heart is at home.

Look at Wen Zongxianxian and the others, even Wenyu is not going back now.man!If you can't do it, your good luck will be lost. "

Zheng Jialan nodded, "Yes, speaking of your sister-in-law, I have to mention Li's family... I heard that there will be Li Zhiguang and his son at the sentencing meeting next month. Would you like to go see it?"

Chao Yun refused, "No, if you have the time, it's better to earn money. No matter what the result is, it's all done by themselves."

It wasn't until they put the zongzi into the stove, added water, and told Zheng Jialan how long to cook on high heat and how long to gurgle on low heat, that Chao Yunmu and her daughters didn't go home.

After lunch, Cheng's rice dumplings were also cooked in the pot.

Smelling the aroma of zongzi, Bai Yanling complained that her husband didn't know how to make zongzi.

Hu Donghua suggested, "How about I go home and get some?"

"Don't! Have you forgotten how your mother broke up with you? I won't beg her. You can go to the street to buy some tomorrow morning."

"Oh, good."

……

It's Dragon Boat Festival.

After tying up the thread, Cheng Li showed off her best looks to the elder sister again.

Cheng Ping almost patted her bald head, "Yes, yours is the best. Where's the egg bag?"

"Forget it, I'll get it."

But only ten came out.

Cheng Ping counted, "Why are there two missing?"

Cheng Li "..."

Can she say that she tried to see if Hui Xiaoyao and Hei Tuanzi wanted to wear them, and then they never gave her the two colorful pockets?

"Big sister make up two more."

Cheng Ping could only make up again.

Cheng Li ran to Zhu's house to give two, and then ran back to distribute to the children at home.Even Wenyu and Cheng Zhangxing came to one.

Cheng Wenyuan kicked his feet vigorously, and the thread beard swayed with his movements, "Grandpa, Second Aunt tied the thread for me, and there is a peach basket, you can touch it."

Cheng Wenyuan handed his left and right hands to his grandfather to touch.

Cheng Guotian touched the fluffy silk thread, thinking that when he was a child, his mother tied it for him...

"Okay, it's still fun at home, isn't it?"

"Yes! Not only are there more brothers and sisters, but also many children, and there are also many tricks to play."

In the past few days, he has been playing hopscotch, and like his sister, he can't jump to the top of the first level, because the house was drawn by his elder brother, and he and his sister are small.

The second and third sisters didn't take him to play bone kidnappers, saying it wasn't for boys.

What kind of boys and girls are there in the game?
"Grandpa, my sister said that popsicle sticks can also play games, but it's so slow to collect a hundred popsicle sticks? Should I buy a lot of popsicles for everyone in the dormitory to eat? Or ask my third uncle to help me chop them?"

"Then what does your sister say?"

"She asked third uncle to chop, but I don't guarantee that third uncle can chop Fang Zheng."

"It's too extravagant to treat guests, and it's too easy to make people jealous."

"I see. I'll ask my third uncle for help."

Split a hundred popsicle sticks?What's so difficult about it?
Cheng Shanghu went into the kitchen and pulled out two moso bamboo tails, hacked and hacked with a kitchen knife, and it was done.

Cheng Li called Cheng Zhangxing and Cheng Wenyu to grind bamboo sticks with sandpaper.

Cheng Wenyuan quit, "Sister, isn't this a popsicle stick? Why is it called a bamboo stick again?"

"Did it make popsicle sticks once?"

Uh, what my sister said always makes sense.

This time, Cheng Li did not evade Mrs. Cheng's painting of realgar wine.

Cheng Wenyuan was painted, and he followed his uncle to watch other people's paintings.

Seeing him follow in and out, Cheng Li didn't care, and looked down at Cheng Wenyu and the two grinding bamboo sticks.

"father!"

Cheng Wenyuan exclaimed and ran to the east.

As soon as Cheng Li raised her head, she was surrounded by a burst of golden light. Before she had time to react, beams of light of four colors jumped out of her mind, and there were 240 more gold threads in the golden beam.

The four-color beams of light dissipated, and Cheng Li looked eastward again, only to see a man with arms hanging and a limp walking from the east.

And Cheng Wenyuan had already run to the man's side.

The man over there had already embraced Cheng Wenyuan with his good arm, and Cheng Wenyuan was crying and calling his father with his arms around the man.

Cheng Shangqing?
The man limped across the concrete threshold, "Excuse me, is this Cheng Guolin's house?"

As soon as Cheng Shanghu raised his head, he immediately recognized who this man was, "Cousin Shang Qing?"

"Yes, I'm Cheng Shangqing."

Cheng Li raised her head. The man's appearance was tough, but he looked very much like the second grandfather, especially the second grandfather who had gained a lot of flesh.

She kicked the stunned Cheng Zhangxing, "Go and get Second Grandpa into the wheelchair."

"No need!" The man strode over, "Where does my dad live?"

As soon as Cheng Shanghu's hand pointed out, the man entered Nanxi room.

"dad!"

"Shang Qing?"

There were two exclamations from Nanxi's room, followed by low cries.

Cheng Li hurried to her room and called her grandfather, "Grandpa, forget about their homework, Father Wenyuan is here."

"Who?"

"Cheng Shangqing is already in the second grandfather's room."

"Oh, I'll go take a look."

Sitting at the door of Nantang room, listening to Nanxi's crying in the room.

Cheng Li thought of a song by Liu Tianwang: It is not a sin for a man to cry, cry, cry~

(End of this chapter)