Song Ci let go of his mental power boredly and had fun with this little reporter who was a novice at first glance.

Anyway, her mental power is now experiencing a bottleneck, and she will stagnate when she recovers to full capacity, and it is a waste to use it.

She followed the little reporter to the neighbor's house in the west, and when she saw him being expelled again, she couldn't help but snort.

"What's interesting to look at again, tell me about my milk?"

Mrs. Song is willing to play with her little granddaughter.

This child has a clever mouth, and whatever words are put in her mouth for a while, they are very popular.

Especially the jokes and stories she read from the books, they sounded funny.

Song Ci smiled and put down the bottle, turned over and lay on his side, and the joke came as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Milk, this is interesting, you listen.

She said that there was an eldest sister shopping and her bag was robbed, so she shouted, "Grab the bag!"

There happened to be a Comrade Minjing nearby, and he hurriedly ran over and asked, what's wrong?

The eldest sister said that her bag was robbed.

The comrade patted his chest and promised, "I understand, wrap it up on me!" and then go after the thief who grabbed the bag.

Unexpectedly, he was grabbed by the eldest sister and said, "Wrap it up on you?"

Poofha. ”

After Song Ci finished speaking, another person rolled on the spot happily, shaking the shaking bed, seeing that Mrs. Song was worried, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to stabilize.

"You light up, be careful of falling on the ground and falling you. ”

Song Ci wiped the physiological tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, and when she looked at her milk's expression, she knew that she didn't understand the essence of the joke, and she was a little puzzled for a while, could it be that her laughter was low again?

It's really possible.

She has discovered for herself that these days, she is more and more fond of laughing, and she is getting closer and closer to a real child.

I don't know if it's because I mentally hint at myself every day, or because I'm spoiled by my family.

It's pretty obvious.

Song Ci thinks this is very good.

Isn't there often that sentence, called spoiling you as a little princess, she is now.

The children of the poor are in charge of the family at an early age, and they can raise silly and sweet children, which shows that the family is happy and harmonious, and each has its own benefits.

Look, she's now at the point where she's stupid enough to shed tears for an ambiguous "wrap it up on me".

Dare to think in a previous life?

It's hard enough to just be alive!

"If the milk really falls to the ground, it must be very painful, and I have to kiss the milk to get better. ”

Song Ci was very shamelessly coquettish.

Mrs. Song shaved off her nose very much, gently pushed the shaker and said:

"Little sweetheart, the milk is reluctant to make you fall. ”

Song Ci's nose was hot, tears came out, and he shouted:

"Milk, you have chili peppers in your hands, so spicy and spicy. ”

Mrs. Song forgot the work she was doing for a while, and accidentally spicy her little granddaughter, so she hurriedly scooped water to wash her face.

"Forget the milk, you wash it quickly, the nipples are spicy. ”

Song Ci poured a lot of cold water on his face continuously, and almost washed his nose through a layer of skin, and the spicy and painful heat dissipated.

She also discovered a flaw in her mental power, which is not resistant to physical attacks!

"Milk, you want to eat boiled fish!"

Song Ci viciously ordered food and wanted revenge.

Mrs. Song is distressed and guilty, where is there anything she doesn't agree:

"Okay, milk for it. ”

There are still two fish in the bucket at home, which were picked up by Song Chunan last night when he secretly took his daughter to the river, and he is not big, and it is really not enough to make boiled fish.

Song Ci loves to eat fish, especially heavy bites, probably because of the sequelae of being suffocated and hungry for a long time in his previous life.

It's a pity that her child has a delicate stomach and can't eat too spicy, and the classic Sichuan dish of boiled fish is naturally only greedy.

Fortunately, Mrs. Song is ingenious and can slightly improve the spicy and tender boiled fish, which is more in line with her own taste.

Making a bowl of boiled fish for the little granddaughter is naturally no problem.

Song Ci was so beautiful that she burst into tears and smiled, and she was already looking forward to dinner.

This kind of eating, drinking, sleeping, sleeping and playing is a good life for a day, and it is really a day of immortals.

It would be even better if I could catch up with the comic book and TV series.

Song Ci picked up the "The Legend of the Laughing Forest" at hand and flipped it up again with relish.

Better than nothing.