Chapter 267

Han Xiaoye didn't know that he was sketching Qiongyao's picture of his stepfather abusing children in his cerebellar pouch. Just as he was about to ask him what happened, he heard a loud "gululu" sound coming from his small belly.

Fu Xiaomao immediately covered his belly. However, a loud "Gu -" came out from his fingers.

"You..."

"Ah, don't say, it's not my stomach!"

He lies down on the sofa, buries his head in the crevice, and covers his head with a pillow, just like an ostrich in danger buries his head in the sand.

Losing face in front of Mommy

Fu Xiaomao is not good at all.

Whatever Han Xiaoye calls him, he just pretends to be dead and refuses to get up.

There was a distant sound of footsteps on the floor, and the eyes of the people buried in their heads suddenly turned red. This time, they didn't pretend, but they were really sad and wanted to cry.

Mommy must have disliked him, not him.

Fu Xiaomao thinks that she is the most miserable three-year-old in the world. Dad ignored, mom didn't. He sucked his nose. Just as he was about to cry, he heard the sound of water.

Underwater sound?

Where is the sound of water coming from?

He slowly raised his head from the sofa, put on his shoes and walked towards the kitchen

Han Xiaoye opened the refrigerator of a person he had never met before for the first time. There was an egg ache that could not be described. flower By the way, I put on the apron on the cupboard and tied the belt. Looking back to wash the tomatoes, I saw a beautiful little cute bag standing outside the kitchen. Shaking the tomatoes in my hand, my mouth was slightly raised and careless, "kitten, I'm a little hungry. Can I cook something with your food?"

Fu Xiaomao cried out with a cry.

Han Xiaoye was startled by him, quickly put down the tomato, touched his forehead, teased him, "cry what? Is it because I used your kitchen? Or I won't cook it? "

"Woo woo." Those who cry cry cry louder, it's all wailing!

That voice, loud and clear, can lift the roof.

Han Xiaoye has a kind of impulse to slap himself in the face instantly, ya, call you to die! She rubbed her swollen temple. Instead of comforting her gently, she got up and cut the tomato into small pieces, dipped in some sugar, and stuffed it into the mouth of the weeping baby.

Fu Xiaomao was caught off guard by the mouth, Zaba, a sweet taste immediately spread between the lips and teeth. He sniffed, probably a little embarrassed, taut, "Mommy, you are not gentle at all."

Before, don't say he cried, he didn't cry, those gallant aunts are eager to hold the full of maternal love in front of him.

Like her, he cried so much, she actually cut a tomato with a little sugar and sent him away.

Mouth complain, the body is very honest, small face brilliant with sunflower like. Holding Han Xiaoye's leg, haughty request, "the kitten also wants one."

Han Xiaoye dipped in sugar and gave him one, "this is too cold, you can only eat two."

Tossing people's little guy actually obediently took the tomato, cheek Bang drum to the side to eat up. However, no matter what Han Xiaoye said, he just refused to wait in the living room. I have to squat at the kitchen door and watch her do things.

Because in other people's home, she is not good, too casual, so just want to cook a simple noodles. But kitten was too young to know whether he could eat spicy food. After thinking about it, she took some ingredients from someone else's refrigerator and planned to make tomato egg noodles.

After the water boiled, she put the noodles down. Pour a little oil into the pan. When the oil is hot, pour in the beaten eggs. The eggs were quickly fried. She put a bowl and a half of water in it, brought it to a boil, and added the tomatoes. The noodles on the other side had been cooked. She scooped them out and put them into a bowl. When the soup was fragrant and rolled again, it was poured into the noodle bowl. flower

"Done."

Squatting at the door of the kitchen people immediately to help, bowl is too hot, Han Xiaoye how dare to let him end. Take the lead and say, "can kitten help me with the dishes?"

Fu Xiaomao patted her chest, "yes, Mommy, wait for me outside first, I'll take it right away."

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Fu Xiaomao came out with him, holding out two bowls as if they were decent.

He put the dishes and chopsticks with kiity printed in pink in front of Han Xiaoye, and put the blue one in front of him, "this is yours, this is kitten's."

This next Han Xiaoye want not to pay attention to all can't, a little curious, "your family like kiity?"

Slippers are kiity's, even dishes and chopsticks are kiity's.

Fu xiaomaozi pulled some noodles and tomatoes into his bowl. He ate delicious food, but he didn't lift his head. "No, because mommy likes it. Mommy also likes the story of the little prince, so there are OK tenses and cups for the little prince at home. But my mean dad won't let me drink from that cup. "

She used to like the story of the little prince. Han Xiaoye opened his mouth and asked, "your Mommy..." halfway through the question, she decided not to ask.

I don't know what kind of woman is so stupid. I don't even want such a lovely son.

After a quiet meal, Han Xiaoye finds that the little guy's tutor is very good. At least the table manners are very good. You don't need any help to eat. You can still sit straight and the movements are very standard.

When there was still a quarter left in the bowl, Fu Xiaomao put down his chopsticks, squinted with satisfaction, and thrust out his stomach like a full tailless cat, "Mommy, the kitten is full."

"I'm full, too." Han Xiaoye put down her chopsticks with her. She was eating with her, but she was not hungry at all.

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"Let's go. I'm going to clean up the dishes." Han Xiaoye is not moved.

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“……”

Han Xiaoye has an impulse to pull him apart, but the impulse is impulse, not action. She sat stiff for more than ten minutes, and the little man in her arms became even in breathing.

"What? Sleep when you're full. Call it a pig instead." Having said that, she gently picked up the person, put it on the sofa, and then brought the blanket over. It was on him that I put away the dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to wash and put them