The Squeamish Little Brother of the Actor

When the biscuit came to his mouth, Qiu Ci ate it without hesitation.

When the biscuit was eaten, it felt wrong, and the taste after chewing was even more indescribable. Qiu Ci frowned.

The servant waited for him to swallow, and handed him the water he had prepared.

Qiu Ci took several sips of water to suppress the taste in his mouth. He didn't know what kind of biscuit he just ate.

Crunchy and tart, with a hint of chocolate bitterness.

Qiu Ci now knows what Xiu Zhi'an's inexplicable words mean.

Ran Dongling was still holding the biscuit that he ate a mouthful of in his hand. Seeing that his hand was stained a little black, Qiu Ci couldn't help asking what was on his mind, "Why are the biscuits sour?"

Ran Dongling didn't know why the biscuits were sour!

He made it according to the method Xiao An told him. He did every step and did it correctly, but the biscuits were sour.

He was right, there must be something wrong.

One of the servants lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Second Young Master, Xiao Ling didn't ask us to help in the afternoon. He made it in the kitchen by himself, so we didn't know why."

She then told Qiu Ci what happened in the afternoon.

Ran Dongling chatted with Xiu Zhian in the afternoon, and Xiu Zhian took a picture of the chocolate biscuits he made for him to see, and Ran Dongling wanted to make them too.

Xiu Zhi'an sent him a tutorial, which looked very simple.

Ran Dongling came to the kitchen, and after the chef prepared the ingredients for him, he felt that his biscuit making was too clumsy and he didn't want others to see him, so he locked himself in the kitchen and worked all afternoon.

The chef and servants were driven out of the door by him, afraid to leave, full of worries about his cooking skills.

Sure enough, their worries were not wrong. After waiting for more than an hour, there was a smell of burnt food from the kitchen, and there was only Ran Dongling in it. Fearing that something might happen to him, the chef and the servants broke into the door and closed the oven before it was fried. Lost power.

This is why Qiu Ci smelled burnt at the door.

Hearing this, his heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at Ran Dongling lightly.

Ran Dongling is fine, his hair is tidy, his face is tender, and the clothes he wore this morning are still clean.

The servant went on to say that the biscuits in the oven were burnt and couldn't be eaten, but Ran Dongling made a lot, and the leftover dough could make a plate.

This time the chef didn't dare to let him stay alone in the kitchen. They watched Ran Dongling print out the shapes of the biscuits and place them neatly on the baking tray, and then the chef put them in the oven to adjust the time and temperature.

The time and temperature are just right. The biscuits baked this time are not battered, but the color is almost the same as battered.

The chef picked up a biscuit and took a closer look. It was obviously chocolate-colored before it went into the oven, but it turned black after baking.

Ran Dongling thinks this color is normal, it was also the same color when he fried poached eggs last time.

Those who saw it had a share, he shared a piece of the freshly baked biscuits with everyone present, including the grandfather and the housekeeper who passed by the kitchen after playing chess.

Grandpa ate too? !

When Qiu Ci came back, he didn't see his grandfather, nor did the housekeeper.

"Ahem, Xiaoci is back, let's have dinner."

Qiu Zhenghao's voice came from behind, Qiu Ci turned his head, seeing that his expression was normal, he probably didn't eat the biscuits.

Qiu Zhenghao sat down at his seat, saw that Qiu Ci was still looking at him, and said angrily, "Look at me, I didn't eat it, this biscuit has chocolate in it, I can't eat it."

"Grandpa, I'll make it again tomorrow without chocolate." Ran Dongling next to him said.

The butler explained to him with a smile, "The doctor ordered that the master can't eat sweets."

"Oh." Well, it seems that grandpa has no good food and can't eat the biscuits he made.

I thought that Ran Dongling made biscuits just on a whim, but I didn't expect that Qiu Ci returned to the old house the next day, and when he entered the door, there was an extra biscuit on his mouth.

This time the biscuits were still sour, but the color and taste were better than yesterday's. There should be a chef on the side to guide him.

After eating sour biscuits for two days in a row, Qiu Ci understood that he was using them as a test for poison.

There were still a few cookies left on the table, and the servants packed them one by one in exquisite packaging bags to make it look less scary.

Ran Dongling said that whoever wants to eat can take it, and he will make it after eating.

Throughout the afternoon, those few biscuits were placed on the plate one by one.

"Have you eaten it yourself?" Qiu Ci took a biscuit, opened it and fed it to Ran Dongling.

"I've eaten it!" Of course Ran Dongling had eaten it, the first biscuit he baked was eaten by himself, maybe because it was a biscuit made by himself, so his evaluation of the biscuit has a hundred layers of filters.

He felt that the chocolate biscuits he made were indeed a bit sour, but apart from the sour taste, they were similar to ordinary biscuits, and they tasted crunchy, which was not bad.

So he didn't avoid it at all, he ate it in one bite, it was crunchy.

Qiu Ci: On the second day, Qiu Ci deliberately didn't go to the company, and wanted to stay at home and watch Ran Dongling make biscuits these two days.

Who knew that Ran Dongling didn't want to make biscuits when he saw him staying at home, so she stuck to him and pestered him.

The two of them stuck together like two sticky cakes, and Ran Dongling said softly, "Brother Qiuci, the New Year is coming soon."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Are there any juniors in our family? Should I prepare New Year's money for them?"

In the first year of marriage, brides in the Yun Dynasty prepare lucky money for the juniors of their husband's family. Ran Dongling doesn't know if there is such a custom in modern times.

If so, how much lucky money should he prepare?

Too little and he will appear petty.

He is very rich now, if there are not many juniors, he can give one hundred thousand by himself.

Only couples who are married and have children in the Chou family will give red envelopes to the younger generation. Newcomers like Ran Dongling, not only do not need to give red envelopes, but can also receive red envelopes.

"No, you can prepare a bag for red envelopes, it's better to be bigger." Qiu Ci was afraid that he received too many red envelopes and couldn't fit them in his pocket.

On New Year's Eve, the old house is full of New Year's lively atmosphere. The servants are busy downstairs, but the second floor is quiet.

Ran Dongling fell asleep like a fragrant pig with Qiu Ci in his arms, and was suddenly woken up by the sound of firecrackers.

His brain was awake but his eyes were not awake. His big foggy eyes opened for a moment and then closed slowly. He groped and slid down, took out Qiu Ci's hand holding him, and covered his ears.

This method of "covering ears and stealing bells" was of no use at all. The sound of firecrackers exploded every once in a while, and then burst into his ears intermittently, which seemed to be mixed with the noise of children.

Who is so noisy...

He pushed Qiu Ci hard, and muttered: "Well, brother Qiu Ci, it's so noisy outside, go out and have a look."

The hatred was also disturbing to hear, it must be some grandsons of the old Wang's family next door.

He got up softly, helped Ran Dongling tuck the quilt before he walked out of the room, stood by the railing in the lobby on the second floor and looked down.

He was right in thinking. There were several five or six-year-old children on the first floor who were stepping on balloons. A child in red was holding a long string of balloons in his hand, and a group of children behind him were chasing him and stepping on them.

The servant looked on and didn't move. These children were brought back by Qiu Zhenghao, and they are also the bully of the family. It's hard for them to stop the children from disturbing others.

The sound of popping balloons sounds like firecrackers.

It was a very festive voice today, but Qiu Ci made me want to beat someone up.

He walked down the stairs, and when the group of children passed by him, he picked up a child.

The child who mentioned it was holding a balloon, and the children behind him stood still and dared not move when they saw this.

The child knew that he was quarreling with others, but he was not afraid, and said carelessly: "Brother, my mother said that children who are older than the Chinese New Year cannot beat children."

"Huh?" Qiu Ci raised his eyebrows.

"Besides, I'm someone else's child, so you can't hit me anymore, be careful and I'll cry for you." He will also threaten people.

Qiu Ci laughed, thinking that the child is innocent and cute.

Five minutes later, the servant led a group of children out of the old house and sent them home.

They lined up obediently, holding unpopped balloons in their hands, each with tears and snot on their faces, touching their buttocks as they walked.

After Qiu Ci educated the children, he went back upstairs and found that Ran Dongling had gotten up by himself.

He sat on the bed with his mouth flattened, as if he was about to cry or not.

Qiu Ci hurried over to coax him, "Hey, what's wrong?"

Ran Dongling felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Brother Qiu Ci didn't know if he hadn't touched a man for more than [-] years, but now that he met him, he coaxed himself to do those things every few days.

His small body couldn't take it anymore.

He said aggrievedly: "Brother Qiu Ci, we need to be more restrained in the future, this kind of thing should be done once a month."

Once a month is out of the question.

Qiu Ci bargained with him, but Ran Dongling was not as smart as him, and was still dazed when he woke up, so he agreed to him eighteen times a month for some reason.

In the evening, Lin wished them all to come back. This year, everyone didn't go on vacation. In order to celebrate Ran Dongling becoming a member of their family, the family went back to the old house for the New Year.

The enemy family has no custom of keeping the year old. The family has eaten the New Year's Eve dinner, so what should they do.

Chou's father went to the study to deal with work matters, Lin Yuan was on the phone and chatting with her mother's family, Qiu Zhenghao went to nowhere with Qiu Li, only Qiu Ci and Ran Dongling were left in the living room.

It seems too early to go back to bed now, Ran Dongling is not sleepy yet, and he wants to keep up with the new year.

Every year before, he didn't keep it completely, and always fell asleep on someone's lap halfway through it. This year, he wanted to keep it completely.

The Spring Festival Gala show on TV made people drowsy. Ran Dongling stayed up until 11:30, and his eyelids almost couldn't hold on anymore.

"Do you want to go out to play?" Qiu Ci suddenly asked him.

No, it looks cold outside, and it's so late... Ran Dongling thought of something.

"Brother Qiuci, can we go out and set off fireworks?"

Qiu Ci smiled and shook his head, "No."

Fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited in domestic cities.

Ran Dongling followed him out in the end, this time he went outside, and they came to the small garden.

It was really cold outside, Ran Dongling was pulled out temporarily by him, only wearing a hat and scarf, and forgot to bring gloves, so he had to put both hands in Qiu Ci's pocket, and use Qiu Ci's hands to warm up.

"Brother Qiuci, what are we doing out here?"

"Come out and set off fireworks for you."

"But didn't you just say you can't set off fireworks?"

Qiu Ci made a booing gesture, "Shhh, let's let it go secretly."

"Oh." Ran Dongling immediately lowered his movements and repeated in a breathy voice, "Brother Qiu Ci, let's release it secretly."

Qiu Ci took out a box of fairy sticks from nowhere, and there were twelve fairy sticks in it. He took out a thin long stick from it, and lit the fairy sticks with a lighter.

The top of the strip was slightly red, and suddenly lit up, and small fireworks bloomed in front of Ran Dongling's eyes.

"Wow, so beautiful, this is a small firework."

The burning time of a fairy wand is nine seconds, short but brilliant.

Ran Dongling had one in his left hand and one in his right, and when the previous one was about to be lit, he immediately picked up the next one.

Qiu Ci watched him play tenderly, and stood at the wind to shield him from the wind.

When No. 11 fairy sticks were half burned, cheers came from the surrounding houses, someone shouted Happy New Year, and there was the sound of popping balloons, it was already a new year.

"Brother Qiu Ci, I'm done watching the New Year's Eve!" He can finally sleep!

Snowflakes fell from the sky, Qiu Ci picked up the last fairy stick and lit it.

Fairy wands crackled and burned in the snow.

This is their first New Year, and there will be many New Years to come.

"Be good."

"Ok?"

"Happy New Year."

"Brother Qiuci——Happy New Year!"