madam is a squeamish

The sound of the little milk was cute, and the little hand involuntarily held the bowl tightly.Like a little milk dog protecting food!
Aunt Cuihua took a look at Yi Buran, and immediately smoothed things over for her.

"Second Young Master, the most important thing is to have dinner with the old lady. It's rare for you to come over and try your favorite crystal shrimp dumpling. Is it delicious?" He meant to remind him that the old lady is getting old, so don't brush her mood in person.

Yi Buran didn't even know why he came here.

He remained silent, and simply bowed his head to eat.

Little Youzi quietly glanced sideways at Yi Buran, and then breathed a sigh of relief like a little adult.

Aunt Cuihua couldn't help laughing, the little lady is really interesting.With such an interesting girl following her, the second young master must feel happier and less cold.

Xiaoyouzi finished her breakfast quickly, and just about to run away, she saw someone from Mrs. Yi's yard carrying things in.

She has eaten it a lot recently, so she naturally knows what it is.

His eyes lit up, brighter than the light bulbs in the room.

He stared straight at her, swallowed greedily, clenched his fists, his milky face was full of longing.

Mrs. Yi glanced at it, feeling a little disgusted, "Who eats such sweet things in the early morning?"

Xiaoyouzi was still watching eagerly, as if waiting for Mrs. Yi to say something, go and serve Xiaoyuzi.

Yi Buran raised her eyes, "Bring it here!"

"Ah!" Little Youzi's heart collapsed, this big villain is a bully.

He watched helplessly as the cake was delivered to Yi Buran.

Mrs. Yi was a little puzzled, "You usually don't like these sweets!"

Yi Buran didn't say a word, and the silver fork was frantically testing the edge of the cake.

The silence between the two seemed to be a tug-of-war, with no room for compromise.

Xiaoyouzi watched Yi Buran eat up a piece of cake with a bit of greed, and there was not a single bite left.

Xiaoyuzi's heart: Yi Buran is an old liar, and said that he doesn't like to eat cakes, and he lost a whole piece, crying.

Yibuyan's heart: This is sweet and boring stuff.

The angry little pomelo ran away angrily without even looking back.

While running, he scolded, "Big villain!"

When school was over in the evening, Xiaoyuzi was still full of anger and sadness.

Holding the pen clumsily, he buried his head in writing, muttering to himself.

Little Yuzi is so pitiful, the poorest little girl.She hasn't eaten a bite of cake for three days, and now she is punished by her husband for writing, woo woo woo!

Mr. He next to him thought it was her hard work, and he was a little relieved with his hands behind his back, and wanted to praise her. "Oh, that's right. Although women are not as good as men, they have ambitions for the world. But at least you need to know something about piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and Fu."

Before he finished speaking, he happened to catch a glimpse of the words she handed over, and stopped in relief.

"Huh, nonsense, what are you writing about?"

"Words!" Xiaoyouzi curled her lips, looking weak and pitiful.

"I told you to write five sheets of paper! Not five words!" Mr. He was furious.

Little Yuzi stretched out her white and tender fingers, and counted carefully, "One, two, three, four, five, it's five!"

As if I counted correctly.

Mr. He was out of breath, and slapped the paper on the table, looking at the big characters, "Who asked you to write one word per page?"

Xiaoyouzi looked confused, a little aggrieved, "But you didn't say you couldn't write one on a page!"

"I..." Mr. He couldn't imagine that a dignified Tanhualang would be blocked by a baby boy, and he was short of breath for a while.

"You child, at a young age, you already know how to steal, cheat, play tricks, and pretend to be clever. How about you when you grow up? Call your parents!" Mr. He felt that he couldn't explain clearly with a child as young as her.