my sister is a supermodel

"Woo~ Roca, come back quickly... I climbed the tree to pick pears, but I can't get down!"

"..."

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192. Call Dad

"Fanny, you are really good. You still like to climb trees at a young age. Aren't the pears at home sweet? Why do you eat the ones from the trees?"

In the afternoon, on the first floor of the Costco supermarket chain in Malibu, Roca stood in front of the freezer, picking out milk, and scolding a guy who made a mistake.

"I didn't know that I would be afraid of heights when I climbed a tree. When I was a child, I was not afraid to stand on the branches and jump casually. Roka, do you think I have degenerated? I am not as good as when I was a child."

In the aisle, Fanny pushed the shopping cart with her head deeply bowed, a little embarrassed.

Encouraged by Theodore in the morning, she worked hard and quickly climbed to the first fork of the big tree. She lowered her head and was about to show the little guy a victory gesture, but when she looked down, she was scared to pee , My head was dizzy, and I almost didn't fall.

She had no choice but to hug the tree trunk tightly, not daring to move. After a while, she called Roca cheekily, sent him a distress signal, and was finally carried down by Roca on the ladder.

But now she regrets it, she shouldn't ask him for help.

This guy is too long-winded. He has been nagging for two or three hours since two o'clock in the afternoon, which is really annoying.

"It's not degeneration, it's the ignorance of the ignorant"

Roca picked up a large bucket of milk to check the expiration date, then put it down casually, and continued to choose, "When you were a child, you dared to touch the wires with your hands. Do you dare now? When you were a child, you dared to hold a pistol at yourself and pull the trigger. Do you dare now? When you were young, you jumped around on the tree because you didn't know the fear of death, and it was because your parents didn't want to beat you. If I had a naughty daughter like you, I would beat you from childhood to adulthood until she behaved well."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, he kicked his calf.

"Roka, you are so good now, is it because you have been beaten too much?"

Fanny withdrew her toes and laughed jokingly.

"...of course not"

Roca scratched his ears, "I became like this because I was repeatedly beaten by the society. After you have experienced a lot in the future, you will become very obedient."

"Maybe, but I'm not going to be as good as you, you are completely like a good boy now, no smoking, no drinking, no marijuana, no playing with women, it's not cool"

Fanny said, leaning on the shelf with folded arms.

"This is me, fireworks with different colors"

"So just buy a bucket of milk, are you dawdling here for 10 minutes, what brand of milk is different, can you just buy anything, is your time wasted on these trivial things?"

Fanny said with some disgust.

Rocca laughed, and chose two barrels of Clover milk from more than ten types of milk and put them on the shopping cart.

The production area of ​​this brand of milk is in Sonoma County, Northern California, where the environment is good. The cows are raised using organic pastures without any added hormones and growth hormones. The milk quality is uniform and the taste is smooth.

"Fanny, do you know why the food at home is better than the restaurant outside?"

Rocca pushed the shopping cart and continued to walk forward.

"why?"

Fanny pushed his hand away, grabbed the shopping cart and asked.

"Because the ingredients for cooking at home, such as bread, milk, cooking oil, vegetables, etc., are all carefully selected by your mother. Your mother will choose the safest, most nutritious and most suitable ingredients for the whole family. When cooking, your mother will consider the physical condition and taste of the whole family, so that the meals will be more delicate, and the chef in the restaurant will not be so attentive.

I am very slow in choosing milk because there are too many milk brands in the supermarket. It takes a long time to choose the best two buckets of milk. One bucket of these two buckets is homogeneous milk and the other bucket of whole milk. I want to exercise and drink. Homogenized milk, you are too thin, you need to supplement nutrition, it is best to drink whole milk, and when choosing milk, you should check the shelf life, try to choose fresher, the taste is better”

Rocca said as he walked.

Fanny was lying on the shopping cart, watching him bend over to choose carefully on the shelves, and couldn't help smiling.

"Uncle Roca, you must have been a full-time mother in your previous life"

"Wrong, I was a man in my previous life"

"how do you know?"

"father!"

Just as he was about to speak, someone suddenly called Daddy. Roca was stunned for a moment. He lowered his head and saw a two or three-year-old boy hugging his calf.

The little guy has black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, like a Chinese.

He couldn't help being stunned again. If he had a son in this life, no matter what, he wouldn't grow up like this. Could it be that his son in his previous life chased him to America?

"Roka, this is your son? Your son is already this old? But why is your son yellow-skinned?"

Fanny covered her mouth and laughed.

"Stop making trouble, someone's child must be lost"

Roca put down the cream in his hand, knelt down and supported the little guy, "Hi~ handsome guy, what's your name?"

"father!"

The little guy clapped his hands and shouted.

"Haha~ Roca, you went to the supermarket today and picked up a son."

Fanny also squatted down and joked while holding a cream.

"Nihao, what's your name? Where is your mother?"

Roca asked again in Chinese.

The little guy ignored him, held the cream box, and gnawed on it.

"Konikiva, Onama Awa Nangdaiska?"

Roca asked again in Japanese.

"An Ning Hasa~"

"Rocca, what are you talking about?"

Fanny asked curiously.

"I'm asking what his name is, and it looks like he'll only be called Daddy"

Roca shook his head, and beckoned to the shopping guide in the distance. The problem of the missing child is best left to the people in the supermarket.