"You guy, you're so naughty, you didn't sleep!"

Nie Zheng chuckled, hugged Yang Ying further, kissed her on the back of the neck, and his hand was not honest.

"Nie Zheng, do you know! It's me who sings well, hum! They all say it's you, they're all bad people!"

"Alright, alright, you're the best!"

Nie Zheng whispered, but Yang Ying's breathing was very even, not as rapid as he was.

Forehead.....

It turned out that she was talking in her sleep.

Nie Zheng is funny and pitiful.

In some scientific magazines, it is said that people who talk in their dreams, or people who sleepwalk, are because they are too tired during the day, and I don't know if there is any basis for it.

The old people in the countryside said that if a person is talking in a dream, if you talk to her, she will keep talking to you.

Nie Zheng was still childlike for a while, and wanted to say something to Yang Ying, record it on his mobile phone, and broadcast it to his daughter in the morning.

But....

There doesn't seem to be any secret between him and Yang Ying, if there is no secret, there will be no fun in doing this kind of little trick.

"Yang Ying!" Nie Zheng had a thought for no reason, maybe he couldn't answer it himself, "Tang Ning said that he likes me, are you unhappy?"

After Nie Zheng asked this, there was a trace of nervousness, which was unimaginable for a killer.

It's just that Yang Ying didn't answer Nie Zheng's question, Nie Zheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, which can only prove one thing, what the old man in the countryside said is wrong.

But there are many things that the old people in the countryside say that cannot be explained scientifically, but many of them are true, such as ....

Well, Nie Zheng decided to take a trip to the countryside tomorrow, he picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to the fish seller.

It was a call this morning, and the fish seller got up very early, and it is estimated that he is already delivering fresh fish.

Bite!

Sure enough, the reply was fast, "Okay, Mr. Nie, you can go directly tomorrow, I told my father, he also knows you, don't worry, when you get there, you are definitely a VIP!"

.....

"Hmm!"

At five o'clock in the morning, Nie Zheng just got up, and Yang Ying turned around and got up.

"Nie Zheng, I fell asleep last night!"

Yang Ying found that her clothes were a little messy, leaned on Nie Zheng's shoulder, and gently gave him a head hammer.

"Keep sleeping, when the little one gets up, you get up again!"

"Nie Zheng, not today...."

"It's not that time!Lie down!" Nie Zheng directly hugged Yang Ying and laid her flat, covered her with a quilt, and warned: "If you want the little guy to leave before he leaves the house today, whoever has a meeting with you, I will teach him a lesson!"

"Know!" Yang Ying looked at Nie Zheng with a smile and frowned again, "Nie Zheng, are you really usurping power and seizing the position in my company?"

"I don't care about your company, in this family, I am the head of the family, you must listen to me!"

Nie Zheng kissed Yang Ying fiercely on the forehead and jumped up.

.....

Today's breakfast was very strange, in front of Yang Ying was a plate of small shrimp, about forty or fifty, and a small plate of soy sauce.

"Nie Zheng, is there a mistake?" Yang Ying smiled: "This is my daughter's breakfast, right?"

"No! Qingqing doesn't eat fish! Qingqing is a hamburger!" Qingqing took a hard bite on the hamburger, protesting loudly.

"Hey, eat slowly, mom won't rob you, this is shrimp and not fish!"

Yang Ying glanced at the breakfast of the two, Qingqing is a hamburger, Nie Zheng is also a hamburger, she can't eat such a high-calorie thing, it seems that this little shrimp is really her own breakfast.

"I thought because my daughter wetted the bed last night, what kind of special breakfast did you make for her, don't wet the bed in the future...."

"I'll eat it tonight!"

"Is there really one?" Yang Yingle was happy, and then said disdainfully: "Shouldn't you eat some pork loin for your daughter?"

"That's okay, but I have something better!" Nie Zheng pointed to the little shrimp, "This is the little shrimp that the fish seller gave me yesterday, and it was caught by his father in the mountain stream, good to you!"

"What's so good? I heard Tang Ning say before, you made a lobster breakfast for her, it seems that my status is below Qingqing and Tang Ning!"

"Of course not!" Nie Zheng said immediately, he was also stunned in his heart, could it be that Yang Ying heard what he said last night, he paused, and continued: "I have seen a visit to the pavilion of a big man who sings Cantonese opera

He said that every time he goes on stage, he eats one or two hundred of these rural shrimps, which are rich in protein, and after eating, the singing is very neutral, you know, almost no microphones are used to sing Cantonese opera, and they sing it like this, and there is nothing in the audience that can't be heard!"

"Yes, they practice very hard, I used to practice with a Cantonese opera singer, he used a flat pole, one end on the wall, the other end on the dantian, so they use the dantian to compete with the wall, so they go to the countryside to perform, they don't need to use any audio equipment, a mouth, is dozens of meters away, people can hear clearly, there is such a little trick!"

I heard that it is useful for singing, Yang Ying does not dislike it, peel off the shrimp, she is reluctant to dip the soy sauce, she eats it like this, and she relishes it.

Nie Zheng smiled slightly, these soy sauces are secretly made by him, all river fresh, as long as soy sauce is used for seasoning, good soy sauce can bring out its unique umami.

Yang Ying didn't eat the best, but Nie Zheng didn't remind her, Yang Ying is very health-conscious, she doesn't touch anything with pigments, looking at the soy sauce, she doesn't want to eat it.

If Nie Zheng said that it was good, she would have to eat it, especially if she was a mischievous daughter, she would definitely dip it in soy sauce and stuff it into her mother's mouth, and she would be in such a bad mood when she ate delicious food, Nie Zheng was unwilling.

"Okay! Qingqing, we have thick hair!"

"Hmm!

Seeing her daughter follow her father out, Yang Ying put the remaining shrimp into the bag and rushed out of the door.

....

"Dad, Dad, hurry up, hurry up, today the teacher said to make rice balls, and children who go early can make rice balls!" Qingqing urged impatiently.

"Dad didn't know that Qingqing wanted to make dumplings, and he wanted Qingqing to ask for leave!"

"No!" Qingqing shook her little head, "Qingqing can't ask for leave, children have to go to school seriously, Dad, do you know?

"Got it, Dad thought Qingqing liked to catch squirrels, so he took Qingqing to the countryside to catch squirrels!"

"Dad, you asked Qingqing to catch squirrels, did you ask the teacher for leave?" the daughter said seriously.

"Of course I want to, if Qingqing goes, Dad will definitely ask the teacher for leave!" Nie Zheng nodded.

"That's it!" The daughter nodded vigorously and said seriously: "If you ask the teacher for leave, you can not go to the kindergarten, then okay, Qingqing will make an appointment with Dad, let's catch squirrels!"