Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　"chicken……"

　　One-year-old children are still in the stage of language learning, and the repeated words are relatively simple.

　　But the voice is very cute.

　　Putting the fried chicken on the table, he went to the bathroom, while Tong Liya and Yang Mi also sat at the dining table with their two children.

　　After washing his hands, he walked out, looked at Yang Mi and asked:

　　"just came back?"

　　"Well, I just came back in the morning, so I'll be here before noon."

　　"Where's Lao Liu?"

　　"He won't be back until tomorrow."

　　Yang Mi shook her head:

　　"It's filming."

　　"oh oh."

　　As he agreed, Wu Shaobai sat down at the dining table.

　　In addition to the fried chicken on the table, there are 29 vegetarian dishes, and a spare ribs soup, followed by the fried sauce noodles.

　　It looks hearty.

　　Full of the smell of home.

　　And Tong Liya just got up and went to the kitchen bar.

　　The most delicious noodles in jajang noodles are a "pot pick".

　　It is just cooked from the noodle pot, put it in a bowl, put the vegetable code and sauce and mix it, the taste is called a beauty.

　　If the noodles are not good, I will not be able to eat it.

　　He chatted with Yang Mi:

　　"How about 'Block Forgiveness'?"

　　"No problem, I've always been able to sing... Then should we talk about life?"

　　"No hurry, just a few words."

　　Wu Shaobai smiled and shook his head:

　　"It definitely doesn't matter to you...how about filming? Are you tired?"

　　"Sure."

　　Yang Mi nodded, and while helping her daughter who was sitting on the children's dining chair, wiped the corners of her mouth at a table of food drooling, and said:

　　"I'm very tired, and I'm really uncomfortable with the diet there."

　　"Yunnan cuisine is so delicious and authentic."

　　"You haven't stayed long, have you?"

　　"That's not it."

　　"Wait a month or two to find out... It's really uncomfortable."

　　Yang Mi said, leaning back on the chair and letting out a long sigh of relief.

　　"Huh... are you doing anything this afternoon?"

　　"Uh, it's alright, what's up?"

　　"What about Yaya?"

　　"She's fine, too. We're going to do laundry this afternoon. It's getting hot this day, so I'm going to sort out the winter clothes, quilts and the like."

　　Hearing this, Yang Mi immediately stood up.

　　"I was hungry just now."

　　Saying that, she walked directly to the small bar wine rack specially decorated in the restaurant, and took a bottle of Qian wine from the rack.

　　She knows this wine.

　　Or rather clearly.

　　When she was at the racecourse, Teacher Yu would serve her with this wine every time.

　　Humble wine.

　　Pure grain wine.

　　42 degrees, the taste is particularly soft.

　　And look at the dark jar packaging... This wine has been kept for at least five or six years.

　　In fact, what many people don't know is that although wine is more fragrant with age, it also pays attention to an environment.

　　First of all, if the wine in the glass bottle is directly packed in the glass bottle when it comes out, the quality of the wine is actually much worse than that in the original vat.The best way to store it is to use a clay vat, and then give the wine a stable environment, allowing it to continue to ferment and extract a purer flavor.

　　And this kind of little knowledge, Yu Xun, will naturally not be ignorant.

　　Therefore, the modest wines he got were kept at home in the wine cellar, sealed and stored in small clay pots.

　　From a few years ago to the present, this wine has been aged for ten years.

　　It tastes better.

　　Although Yang Mi is not as good as Tong Liya, she still knows how to distinguish the quality of wine.

　　This wine is not easily taken out by Teacher Yu now...

　　It is estimated that there is not much left to drink.

　　It's easy to catch a bottle, and you can't let it go.

　　But Wu Shaobai was stunned...

　　"What are you doing!?"

　　"Drink, what can I do?"

　　Yang Mi gave him a strange look.

　　"You're still breastfeeding, big brother!"

　　"Stopped."

　　"……What?"

　　Wu Shaobai's voice rose a bit.

　　But Yang Mi shook her head:

　　"Don't ask, it's quitting anyway."

　　"..."

　　Looking at Xiao Nuomi subconsciously, Wu Shaobai was stunned.

　　At this time, Tong Liya stuck her head out from the kitchen:

　　"what happened?"

　　"She's weaned?"

　　"……Um."

　　He didn't seem surprised to see his daughter-in-law, but Wu Shaobai didn't know what to say.

　　And Yang Mi shook the wine bottle in her hand:

　　"Let's have a drink?"

　　"it is good."

　　……

　　The two women were drinking, and Wu Shaobai naturally began to take care of the two children after eating.

　　And after he put Wu Mingyue and the little glutinous rice in Wu Mingyue's arms to sleep, he walked down, looked at Yang Mi with blushing cheeks and his daughter-in-law who looked "I don't feel it", and said softly:

　　"Don't drink anymore?"

　　"I'm done drinking~ Half a catty of wine to eat~ It's just right."

　　Yang Mi rubbed her belly, looking cute and cute.

　　But only after hearing the complaint she made while borrowing wine at the dinner table just now, did she realize that this woman's seemingly strong and shrewd mind actually also hides the vulnerable side of a woman.

　　It hurts people.

　　Wu Shaobai nodded, walked to the laundry room, looked at the three washing machines that had stopped spinning, and said to his daughter-in-law:

　　"Do you hang clothes?"

　　"it is good."

　　"I'll help you."

　　"You sit down."

　　Tong Liya said something, walked into the laundry room, took out everything in the washing machine that was originally used for washing coats, "washing underwear", and "washing home" with her lover, and ran to the backyard.

　　Seeing this, Yang Mi also followed up.

　　The backyard of the villa is a large green lawn with various flowers and plants, as well as a small toy slide and trampoline.

　　All belong to Wu Mingyue.

　　It's sunny and sunny today.

　　People in the sun are warm.

　　Stepping on the oak floor, Yang Mi didn't go down to the lawn, she just sat on the wooden floor, resting her chin with one hand, watching the two of them have a tacit understanding or spread out the washed sheets, or dry clothes together. ...

　　Watching the two of them work together to dry the sheets and quilts, sometimes Wu Shaobai goes to dry the clothes, and Tong Liya pats the wrinkled sheets with a bamboo pole...