Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

When we arrived at Qingfenglangyuan, Chang Jin was reading a book at the door. The sunlight shone on his face, and his two lumps of baby fat looked a little awkward when he was not smiling.

Hearing the noise, Chang Jin raised his head and took a look, "Hey, why is the young lady crying today?"

Qingyun felt that he was enjoying the show, so he pouting and hugged Wen Geyin.

Good boy, you will pay for your ridicule today.

Wen Geyin ignored Chang Jin, the little brat, and carried Qingyun into the house. He washed Qingyun's hands first, and then found two coats that had been left here for her to change into.

As for the pain in his hand, Wen Geyin didn't have any good solution at the moment. He just took out a piece of bread from the refrigerator and heated it in the microwave.

"Yes, this is delicious. Qingyun, you eat it first. Brother Yin, can you go change your clothes first?" Wen Geyin showed her signature smile again, which made Qingyun completely bewildered.

Qingyun smelled the aroma of toasted bread and swallowed his saliva. He would be so happy to eat such delicious carbs.

After taking a bite, it was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with a strong flavor of strawberry and milk. Qingyun immediately wanted to find Wen Geyin to ask for the link. Where did it come from and how could it be so delicious?

Qingyun doesn't like strawberries very much, but she likes things with strawberry flavor. This bread is very fragrant, with the aroma of wheat mixed with the aroma of milk, eight parts sweet and two parts sour. The aroma of strawberry comes out from between the lips and teeth, making people swallow their saliva while eating.

When Chang Jin closed the book and came in, he saw the little fool eating the bread he had left for tomorrow's breakfast. He tensed up, but he was an adult and couldn't argue with a child. The most important thing was that he didn't make the bread.

"It's delicious, right?" Chang Jin sat down at the table with a sly smile in his eyes.

Qingyun thought about it for several days. She was in great need of people to do the work. Fortunately, she never liked being a vase, so everyone she could name had a skill.

She must send this labor force that has come to her doorstep out for further training, instead of letting it stay in Fufeng Fort and be jealous every day.

"It's delicious." Qingyun was thinking about how to tell Feng Huayang, and he relaxed his guard towards Chang Jin.

"Your brother A Yin is a good cook and can make a lot of delicious food. If Qing Yun likes it, you can ask him to make some for you to take home."

I understand. I don't want to lose face and say it myself, so I have to speak up. Then Wen Geyin will be considerate and do more for him.

The poor child is playing tricks in front of his own mother just for such a small matter. He has no future.

Qingyun didn't say anything, but just took the last bite of bread with satisfaction.

"Brother Ayin is so awesome. Can brother Ajin also cook a lot of delicious food? Then auntie must like brother Ajin very much, just like I like brother Ayin." After eating, you can come and bully the black sesame dumplings.

Chang·Not good at cooking·Jing: Harsh words hurt people like a cold wind in June.

Wen Geyin took a quick shower, changed into a grey coat and hurried over. Apart from anything else, Chang Jin might be even more childish than Qingyun. At best, these two people would just quarrel, but at worst, they would fight.

Sure enough, the atmosphere downstairs was not very good. Chang Jin was as angry as a little puffer fish, and Qing Yun tried hard to open his eyes wide as if he wanted to see something.

"Qingyun." Wen Geyin called out gently, and then he saw the little girl slide off the stool and run towards him. Maybe because she hurt her butt from the fall, her movements were a little unnatural, she was really adorable.

Wen Geyin picked up Qingyun and weighed him. "He feels a little heavier. It's great that he's healthy."

Wen Geyin: Who understands, he just bumped into someone and started crying, and now he runs over to me for a hug.

It’s a bit like his attitude towards Feng Huayang. Feng Huayang didn’t want to marry him, but he still pursued her for many years. Marriage is not a goal, but a result. Unfortunately, he hasn’t reached this result yet.

"Is the bread delicious?" Wen Geyin glanced at the clean plate and said, "If you like it, I'll make some more tomorrow, and you can use it as a breakfast bun, how about that?"

"it is good!"

Qingyun narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Brother Yin's bread is the most delicious in the world. Brother Yin is the best brother in the world."

Wen Geyin was amused. Actually, he was old enough to be considered Qingyun's uncle, but uncle looked too old, so he preferred to be called brother.

Chang Jin: Brother Ayin is the best brother in the world~ (Weird version)

Chang Jin couldn't stand it. It wasn't that he didn't like the little fool, he just liked to tease her. This little fool was really a little fool. She couldn't tell who was the best brother in the world!

"I'll make you braised pork with winter bamboo shoots and a steamed egg tonight." Wen Geyin is very satisfied with this child.

"Great! Brother Ayin, what are winter bamboo shoots? Where are they dug from?" In all these years, Qingyun had only seen bamboo shoots sold by vendors in the vegetable market, and had never seen them growing in the ground with his own eyes.

"Then let's go dig. Ajin, go get a small basket." Wen Geyin walked out first.

What could Chang Jin do? He could only take the most expensive little bamboo basket and curse at the glittering golden basket: "It's not a big deal to be rich!"

If he had money, he would at least have some talents that would make his sister pay more attention to him. Unlike now, he can only read books and write reviews.

Qingyun was carried by Wen Geyin to the small bamboo forest where she ran away. Not long after that, the old man had changed into the attire of an otherworldly master, looking a bit like a Taoist master.

Unfortunately, he was holding a gun and aiming at the flock of birds flying in the sky, and when he saw the familiar little girl, he threw the gun back. The unloaded gun served only as a decoration.

"Oh, Young Master Wen is here with the eldest lady." Wang Tiande was very happy. He liked to dress up as different kinds of people, but no one understood him. Only Wen Geyin respected him, while the others just ignored him.

It would be better to think he is sick than to ignore him. At least thinking he is sick makes me think about him for a moment.

He is an old man in his fifties, but he feels that he is still very strong. After fighting for so many years, what's wrong with retiring and doing what he likes?

Or is it because he is a man? Men cannot dress themselves up. Men can only work hard like an old ox. Just like a woman who is suitable for living a daily life cannot like to dress up and should do housework tirelessly.

Wang Tiande felt that something was wrong. He was curious about what he was using the money for. Was he going to the hospital because he was depressed and sick? Or was he doing it for a child he didn't want?

Children are meaningless to him, but they are of great significance to the society. Now that the war is over, there is a great need for population, but he cannot be disrespectful to his elders. Having a child would be like being a hooligan, so he cannot give birth to one.

But he also likes children very much. If he likes other people's children, he will give them small gifts, and he will be a lovable old grandfather. But his own children can suck him dry. He is very selfish and self-centered, and he thinks he is an independent person.

"Grandpa, are you a god now?" Qingyun felt that the old man now had a bit of a Taoist air. He should be an early cosplayer. The old man had quite a personality.

Wang Tiande was very happy. The children did not think that he had post-traumatic stress disorder or mental problems. The children were smart and could see that he was Wang Tiande.

"When I saw how lovely the young lady was, I had a sudden enlightenment and became an immortal." Wang Tiande took out a lollipop from his wide sleeves. He had put it in when he changed his clothes.

Qingyun was a little stunned. She hadn't eaten a lollipop for many years, and she hadn't been a child for many years.

The moment she took the lollipop, Qingyun suddenly felt as if she wanted to buy some osmanthus flowers and wine together, but it was not like the travels she had in her youth. At this moment, she truly felt what it meant that things and people have changed.

Time passes quietly by every second, but by the time you realize it, a long time has passed.

Wen Geyin put Qingyun down and went to the small bamboo house next to her to get tools. Qingyun looked at his back in a trance. Her soul was so big that it was contained in such a small body. Even if she had any feelings, people would only say that she was forcing herself to express sorrow.

Is there anyone in this world who can really understand her? She doesn't want to get along with others in a condescending manner, she wants someone who can talk to her.

Qingyun, holding the lollipop, was very sad. She had been here for several days when she suddenly realized that she did not belong here. But she felt a little happy again. She had been wandering for half her life, but her soul was still shining. She loved the people she wrote about, and the people she wrote about also loved her.

"Here, your little basket." Chang Jin put the basket in front of her awkwardly.

Qingyun put the lollipop into the basket and found the golden logo.

All the emo, confusion and sadness were purified by the golden light. Qingyun was very curious whether this was gold. She raised her hand to touch it and it felt icy cold. She wanted to pick it up and sell it.

After Wen Geyin brought the tools over, he saw Qingyun looking like a money-grubber. He said considerately, "This is pure gold. I changed it specially. Do you like it?"

Qingyun looked up with shining eyes. She could also have two biological sons. She could help the people here realize their wishes as long as they could afford the price.

"If Qingyun likes it, I'll give it to Qingyun. Can I put some snacks in it for Qingyun?" Wen Geyin couldn't control the smile on her face. It was so easy to guess what children were thinking.

"Thank you, Brother Ayin. Brother Ayin is the best brother in the world." Qingyun said this with such sincerity that he was almost swearing to the sky.