Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

At this moment, Ye Siming came back.

"Take it and eat it." A hot and fragrant sweet potato was handed to Gu Nuoer.

Gu Nuoer's eyes lit up, holding the sweet potato in her little hand: "Brother Siming, you went to buy me some food!"

Her fingers were cold, and the moment she touched the sweet potato, the heat flowed comfortably to her limbs.

The little guy couldn't wait to tear the thin skin with his fingertips, but he was accidentally burned.

"Huhu~" She didn't cry or make trouble, and hurriedly blew herself.

Yesiming looked down and frowned: "So stupid?"

He grabbed the sweet potato and tore off the thin skin neatly and quickly.

Looking at the exposed red soft flesh, Gu Nuoer swallowed her saliva, her little feet dangling.

"Brother Siming, I want to eat."

Yesiming gave her a mouthful.

The fragrance of sweet potatoes overflowed in the mouth immediately, and the sweet but not greasy taste spread all over the mouth.

The little guy narrowed his eyes happily and asked vaguely, "How did Brother Siming know there is a sweet potato seller?"

Yesiming slowly peeled off all the skins, and replied casually: "I smell it."

Smell?

Gu Nuoer sucked her nose hard, but she could only smell the aroma of sweet potatoes in front of her.

Ye Siming wrapped the whole sweet potato in oiled paper and put it back in Kuo’er’s hand.

The little guy took a few bites, then took the initiative to tiptoe, and handed it to Ye Siming's lips.

"Brother Siming, you eat too!"

Ye Siming looked down at her and said two words: "Don't eat."

Gu Nuo'er was very enthusiastic and kept bouncing up and down, insisting to hold it to Ye Siming's mouth.

At this moment, she slipped and nearly fell into the snow.

Fortunately, Ye Si was quick and quick, and took her into his arms.

He gritted his teeth secretly: "You jump up and down when you eat something, I will ignore you next time I fall..."

Who knew that as soon as Ye Siming finished speaking, he felt that someone took the opportunity to put a mouthful of sweet potato meat in his mouth.

“…” Ye Siming pursed her lips, feeling the delicate fragrance.

Gu Nuoer was in his arms and smiled smugly: "How good?"

After Ye Siming finished tasting it, he snorted coldly, "It's okay."

He couldn't resist Gu Nuo'er, so he didn't want to eat, but was stuffed a few more times by the enthusiastic little guy.

Yesiming swallowed the sweet potato with a dark face, and the little guy in his arms was full of orange red with satisfaction.

Gu Nuo'er was born like his nemesis.

The man in the front line turned back and looked at the "brother and sister", you and I shared a sweet potato one by one.

He couldn't help it.

Alas, both of them were born so beautifully, but unfortunately they were born into such a poor family.

Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming finally got in line. The porridge maker was a rogue with a rump on his lips.

When he saw Ye Siming, he was not very old, just a teenager.

The girl in her arms is not yet weaned!

The local ruffian sneered: "Yo, two-haired child, why don't the adults in the family have time to come, let you come here in the wind and snow?"

Ye Siming's eyes were deep and cold, he was still holding Gu Nuo'er, and he didn't take it lightly.

But the little guy leaned against his arms, Nuo Nuo said: "Give us porridge~"

The ruffian stretched out his hand: "Where's the bowl?"

Gu Nuo'er paused and pointed to the bowls stacked on the table: "Didn't you use that?"