Chapter 91： Milk bun Minghan guarantees

Chapter 91 Nai Baozi Minghan’s guarantee

At the end of the two-episode series, with the help of a neighbor's boy, Jiang Li moved the TV and the table on which it was placed back to its original location. Then, he told the three little ones a story and watched them fall asleep before returning to the master bedroom. rest.

Lying on the bed, a bright light suddenly flashed in Jiang Li's mind. She had an idea... He would send the TV back to his hometown before Nian.

Yes, that’s it.

If someone asks, just say "honor the elderly" and let the folks in your hometown broaden their horizons and learn more about the outside world through the window of TV.

Transportation in rural areas is inconvenient. The furthest place many people go in their lives is to the county town. They don't go there very often. They just go to the county town to buy some New Year's goods before the new year. Invisibly, they have little understanding of the news from the outside world.

On one side, Jiang Li was thinking about sending the TV set back to his hometown. On the other side, following last night's "secret meeting", the three little ones once again sat on Minghan's bed and started talking secretly.

“Smelly Hanhan, why do you want to be a traitor?”

Cute baby Weiwei crossed her arms and glared at the milk bun Minghan.

“I’m not a traitor!”

Nai Baozi Minghan also glared: "I just don't want my mother to be unhappy, and she looks so tired from catching up with us. I don't want my mother to get sick!"

“You are the traitor!”

Cute baby Weiwei snorted.

Nai Baozi Minghan: "I'm not!"

Cute baby Weiwei looked at her brother Mingrui: "Brother, do you think Stinky Hanhan is a traitor?"

“It’s the second brother, not the smelly Hanhan.”

Baby Mingrui said with a straight face: "Auntie's health doesn't look very good." When the person held hands and chased his younger siblings, especially when the person held him and chased his sister, he clearly felt it The man was not very comfortable.

Nai Baozi Minghan: "Look, I was right, Weiwei, can we not..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the cute baby Weiwei: "No! Let's do this tomorrow..."

After whispering the next plan, cute baby Weiwei looked serious: "Second brother, please work hard. If...if you continue to disobey my arrangements, I will not talk to you for a day."

“One day?” Nai Baozi Minghan blinked his eyes: “Does it have to be like this?”

Cute baby Weiwei raised her chin: "Then just half a day."

Nai Baozi Minghan: "Half a day? Can it be shorter?"

Cute baby Weiwei: “Half of half a day, no less!”

But as soon as the words came out, the cute baby Weiwei noticed something was wrong, and she glared at Minghan Minghan angrily: "You have already planned to..."

Minghan, the nanny bun, waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, I don't have any. I promise to follow your command!"

Sister is so smart. He hasn't even said anything yet. How come she almost found out what he was thinking?

…

The newly purchased washing machine is fairly easy to use. The sheets and quilts Jiang Li washed yesterday afternoon were dry by the evening, but Jiang Li did not put them on immediately.

Needless to say, the washed sheets and quilts were purchased with points from the system mall.

The system's service capabilities are very good, and the bed sheets and quilts chosen for the master bedroom are very consistent with Jiang Li's aesthetics.

Of course, it’s also a good choice for three little houses.

The bedding has been dried in the sun. Just two days ago, Jiang Li personally carried it to the courtyard to dry.

Early this morning, the three little ones got up and took a shower. Jiang Li changed the sheets in their room to match the quilt covers and pillowcases. They were full of childlike interest and the children would like them as soon as they saw them.

But the three little ones don’t know it yet, because after they had breakfast, they played in the yard for a while and then went into the living room and started practicing calligraphy.

There are still updates. . .

(End of this chapter)