The group’s favorite little Fuwa in the rebirth era

Su Qinghe always ate in small bites. She ate very delicately, but it made people feel that she was tasting it carefully.

A mouthful of milk and a mouthful of steamed buns. The stool was a little far away from the ground, and my little feet were swaying. I was enjoying it very much.

In her previous life, Su Qinghe didn't like eating meat buns very much. The meat inside made her feel weird and made her feel like vomiting after eating them.

She has never eaten meat buns since then. Occasionally, if the boss pretends to be wrong, she will eat the skin and throw away the filling.

But when Su Qinghe ate meat buns made at home, she realized that meat buns could be so delicious.

The pork doesn't have a strange smell, and the soup will pop out when you bite into it. It's simply delicious.

"Where's Dad?" Halfway through the meal, Su Qinghe realized that the house seemed a little quiet.

In the past, if her father was at home, he would come to tease her when he saw her coming out to have breakfast, but today he didn't see his figure, which was a bit unfamiliar.

Wang Xiujuan helped her wipe the milk off her mouth, "Dad and uncle have something to do and will be back soon."

Su Qinghe nodded and continued to eat breakfast quietly. The breakfast took almost twenty minutes to finish.

Wang Xiujuan was anxious when she saw her daughter eating so slowly at first, but she could finish it with just a few bites of breakfast.

But the girl managed to eat for more than ten minutes, and her mouth kept moving throughout the whole process without stopping.

That's right, an ordinary person can bite it three or four times in one bite, and she chews it carefully every time. She can chew such a small bite dozens of times.

The couple's current patience was all tempered by their daughter.

Sometimes I am in a bad mood, and my daughter's mood will be healed unconsciously just by watching her eat.

"No yolk." Su Qinghe took the eggs her mother had peeled for her and frowned unconsciously.

She hates the taste of eggs, especially the taste of hard-boiled eggs. She can barely tolerate the whites, but cannot tolerate the yolks at all.

When she was still young, when she needed complementary food, her family took care of Su Qinghe just like they did the previous children.

Put the egg yolk into the porridge and stir well. The white porridge changes color instantly, and the porridge is full of the flavor of egg yolk.

Poor Su Qinghe couldn't speak at that time, so he was forced to feed him a mouthful, and he vomited before he could swallow it, which made him cry.

Since then, the family has learned that she doesn’t like egg yolks.

But eggs are one of the few nutrients in this era, and the family will boil an egg for them every day.

"Don't eat it. Eat the egg whites obediently. Leave the yolks here and don't eat them." Wang Xiujuan also knew her daughter's habits and coaxed her to eat the egg whites.

In fact, Su Qinghe didn't like the taste of egg whites very much, but compared to egg yolks, she could barely tolerate the taste of egg whites and wouldn't vomit after eating them.

After drinking the last sip of milk, Su Qinghe's breakfast for today was over.

Wang Xiujuan packed up her tableware and took it to wash. Su Qinghe also followed her mother. She just finished eating the buns and her hands were oily and she wanted to wash them off.

At this time, the family was very quiet. My brothers were in class with my grandfather in the study, and my grandmother and my aunt were pruning flowers and watering vegetables in the yard.

The most leisurely person in the family is Su Qinghe.

"Grandma, aunt." Su Qinghe came to the backyard and greeted Mother Su and the others first with a sweet smile on her face.

"My dear, you are so beautiful today." This suspender skirt made Su Qinghe look more lively and full of energy.

Adults like to see children in this state most, which proves that the children are healthy and the adults are taking good care of them.

Su Qinghe wasn't shy either. She pulled her skirt and turned it around.

Su Qinghe thought that when she turned in circles, her body was very light and she turned beautifully.

It's just that she forgot that she was only three years old now, her body was still chubby, her breast fat had not gone down yet, and she couldn't even walk so steadily, let alone spin in circles.

But the adults didn't expose her either, and no one could calm the little one down when she got angry.

"Bah bang bang." Applauded in a very flattering manner.

Su Qinghe didn't come to the backyard to listen to compliments. She had something serious to do.

He took his own small watering can, filled it with water, and walked to the corner of the yard.

Some time ago, Su Qinghe discovered a few sprouts in the corner of the backyard. They were very small and no bigger than Su Qinghe's hand.

If Su Qinghe hadn't insisted on staying, he might have been pulled out as a weed long ago.

Su Qinghe couldn't remember why she wanted to keep these sprouts. After all, they really looked like weeds.

There was a voice in her heart that told her to keep them and take good care of them as they grew up.

Seeing that she likes them so much, the family members will naturally not touch them and will avoid them every time they weed.

These sprouts were probably brought in by birds. The grass seeds they ate were not digested and excreted together with the digestion. Then the grass seeds took root and sprouted here.

From that day on, Su Qinghe came to the backyard every morning to look at her plants, doing everything with her own hands.

But now that they are so small, there is nothing much that needs to be done. Even they don’t need to be watered more. Dad said that they will be watered to death.

Su Qinghe had no experience in growing things, so she needed help from her father for many things. She would do whatever her father said, for fear of taking care of them to death.

Today, when Su Qinghe was about to water them as usual, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in her fingers. They were swollen and felt like something was about to flow out.

Su Qinghe subconsciously rubbed it a few times, trying to relieve the feeling, but found that something seemed wrong.

Why, why is the water flowing? Why is water dripping from your fingers?

Su Qinghe stared blankly at the drop of water on the tip of her index finger, her head a little confused, and she couldn't figure out where the drop of water came from.

And the fingertips that felt a little swollen just after putting them on disappeared now.

He put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. There was no smell. Su Qinghe subconsciously wanted to stick out his tongue and lick it.

"My dear, what are you doing?" Mother Su's voice came from behind.

As soon as Mother Su turned her head, she saw her little granddaughter clocking in and staring at her little hands in a daze, and she couldn't help but feel strange.

"What's wrong with your hand? Did something prick you?" As he said this, he walked over. Before Su Qinghe's little head could react, Su's mother had already walked to her side.

I didn't suspect it when I saw the drop of water on her fingertips. I just thought it had dripped when I watered it, so I wiped it clean with a handkerchief.

"I still want to drink water and tell grandma not to drink raw water." Mother Su thought she was thirsty and wanted to drink water.

Su Qinghe's mind was also clear, and she nodded obediently when she heard what grandma said.

"I know, grandma, I'm not thirsty."

Seeing that she was okay, Su's mother got up and left.

Seeing the person leave, Su Qinghe did not dare to be as blatant as before, and quietly moved her body so that the person behind looked like she was squatting in the corner.

Su Qinghe lowered her head and stared at the fingertips that had just emerged from the water. It was a little strange and a little magical, but she was not afraid.

She clearly felt that the drop of water came from her fingertips and was not the water on the watering can as grandma thought.

She wanted to try again, but she didn't know how to control it, so she could only think secretly in her heart.