Chapter 1611： The little princess is hard to be grounded

Su Yanyun nodded, smiling.

"After you measure it, you can tell Mommy what you want to eat, and Mommy will buy it for you."

"Thank you Mommy, thank you Mommy." The capacity is like a small meteor with no orbit, and it pounces on Su Yanyun again, and keeps kissing her face, "Thank you Mommy!"

She turned around and waved, "Silly brother, come and eat together!"

Xiaotang is obviously not very interested in these gadgets. He now likes games, models, and digital technology, but he is not very interested in snacks.

But the stupid sister behaved so happy, if he didn't cheer, it would be too shameful.

So he also came forward lazily and grabbed a handful of weird small bags of snacks, "What does it taste like, it's very poor quality."

"It's quite inferior." Tasting the same volume, "Hey, there is also bayberry ice, wow, I don't know what the taste is...Uh..."

As soon as she put it in her mouth, she was taken aback.

This is too sweet, this strange flavor...

Just for such a bag of snacks with this taste, the boy actually reached out to the snack shop...

Is he really just a habit of stealing?

Su Yanyun felt that she was right to search various small snacks popular outside for the capacity.

The amount of capacity is not even interested in the spicy noodles that elementary school students enshrine as a sacred snack.

"How much MSG and sugar did you put?" This is her comment on the spicy bar.

The little princess, who was spoiled and raised since childhood, really couldn't catch the air.

The next day, she went to rehearsal with Xiaotang again after school.

As expected, grandma was not a "waiting for leisure". The wedding venue was halfway up, and she didn't know where she heard a set of metaphysical statements, saying that the venue must be arranged in a feng shui formation in order to bless the children and their children. Now, even the positioning of Xiaotang and Quantum has become particularly complicated.

Su Yanyun could see the playfulness of her mother.

If it weren't for Mrs. Rong and her to drag her, An Qingli promised to be able to play 88 tricks. Has it changed quickly?

Fortunately, the pupils leave school very early in the afternoon, and Xiaotang still has time to stroll outside after finishing the dozens of turns.

"Hey, it's the boy!" The boy looked at the boy last time, and he actually hid behind a bush. Seeing that he found him, he immediately wanted to escape.

"Hey!" I didn't know the name of the opponent, so I could only shout, "That! That Yang Meibing!"

The boy wanted to run far. Hearing her chasing footsteps, he inexplicably remembered the last time he rushed onto the road and was almost hit by a car.

For some reason, he stopped.

"Meeting again," she ran to the boy, and she smiled at him, her eyes crescent, "is your home nearby?"

The boy nodded perfunctorily and said nothing.

"Did you eat all the snacks that you gave you last time?" She asked again.

The boy hesitated, then nodded.

"Is it delicious?" The volume couldn't help asking.

The boy's eyes were a little serious, but he nodded, "Yes."

"That's good." She pouted softly, "I'm afraid you don't think it tastes good."

"It's delicious!" The boy suddenly nodded firmly, "It's really delicious!"

The amount of capacity smiled sweetly, "That's good, do you still want to eat? I'll give it to you."