Chapter 698

"Heart man, take the children out."

In many rural areas of Huizhou, people don't call by name. They call each other by name. Although the language is not so elegant, Qin Xiaoduan loves to hear it. Isn't he the man of his daughter-in-law.

Qin nodded and said hello to Aunt Zhang with a smile.

Looking at Qin Xiaoduan, Aunt Zhang tut said, "it's better than Tang Guoqiang when he was young."

Qin Xiaoduan chuckled. Tang Guoqiang is older than Qin's father. Although Qin Xiaoduan hasn't seen his TV series and movies, he knows that Tang Guoqiang played Mao Zedong. He also knows that Tang Guoqiang is the beautiful man among the girls of Qin's mother's generation. Aunt Zhang's saying is the biggest praise to him.

Aunt Zhang also teased Guoguo, pinched Guoguo's small face, and said, "Guoguo baby's skin is as smooth as my grandson's

At ordinary times, someone praised Guoguo. Guoguo was happy and stretched his arms and twisted his buttocks. But today, his mind was all over the ice sugar gourd. Seeing that Aunt Zhang was still standing there, Guoguo rubbed his brain bag against his father's neck and urged: "Dad, sugar gourd..."

Qin Xiaoduan smiles and says goodbye to Aunt Zhang politely. After several steps, I heard Aunt Zhang murmur behind her back: what kind of food do people in this city eat? How can they grow so tall.

In the small market, rows of red ice sugar gourds have attracted the soul of the fruit.

Guoguo neck high, that pair of big black eyes blinked at the sugar gourd, watery, almost turned into water.

The sugar gourd seller was a middle-aged uncle. Seeing the fruit, he lowered himself and asked, "little baby, do you want to eat ice sugar gourd? It's sour and sweet. It's delicious. "

Guoguo nodded busily, then raised his black eyes and looked at Qin Xiaoduan. He cried: "Dad..."

Qin Xiaoduan looks at Guoguo's pitiful little appearance, feeling angry, shameful and distressed.

But who let himself throw away his sugar gourd? Qin nodded a little and asked the uncle who sold the sugar gourd to take one for him.

"Two, Dad, two..."

From the ice sugar gourd was taken down, Guoguo's eyes that is inseparable, long ago stretched out two fat hands, insisted on holding, when Guoguo one hand holding an ice sugar gourd, his life is complete.

Qin Xiaoduan, under the blushing gaze of the girl who sells steamed stuffed buns, holds the fruit and strolls in the small market.

The small market is not big. It's only 70 or 80 square meters. It takes only a few minutes to walk around. But there are all kinds of things to sell here. There are all kinds of food to eat. There are lots of shouting, selling, bargaining and so on. It's very lively.

Qin Xiaoduan is walking in the small market with Guoguo in his arms, which attracts the attention of many people. In the countryside, there are all old men with carrying poles, snake skin bags, trouser legs and a local accent. It's really rare for him to wear a stiff suit and polished shoes, especially this man is so handsome, The whole person and this small market have a taste of being out of place.

Qin Xiaoduan, holding Guoguo in his arms, walks to a sugar blower. His eyes are attracted by rows of sugar blowers. They are lifelike, including rabbits, monkeys and other small animals, as well as various named and unnamed flowers.

The old man put some sugar into the basin, stirred it with a small shovel, and then spread some talcum powder on his hand. Seeing Qin Xiaoduan holding Guoguo standing in front of the stall, he asked, "what do you want to blow?"