The next day, Nie Zheng looked at the eggs that his daughter cherished and placed in the goldfish bowl.

This is the last egg left by the old woman of the bell tower to her daughter, it is estimated that it is impossible to hatch chicks, even if it is marinated into salted duck eggs or preserved eggs, it has a shelf life, and it can not be stored for a long time.

"Well, it's more practical to eat in your stomach!"

Nie Zheng nodded, his daughter promised this egg last night and let him dispose of it.

Nie Zheng was not ambiguous, put the egg in the water and boiled it half-cooked, used a carving knife to carve the flowers near the top, like making a winter melon cup, and then gently removed the eggshell on it.

Using a small sharp steel spoon, pour out the upper layer of egg whites and liquid light yellow, and then keep the remaining egg whites in the shape of a container, which requires a hand like Nie Zheng who holds a pistol with such a big back force and will not have the slightest trembling hand to do it.

He peeled a sweet orange, put a protein container in it, and stuffed it with minced fish, which was very beautiful, and could also supplement the nutrition of fish for his daughter who did not eat fish.

The egg whites and egg yolks were not wasted, mixed with night fragrant flowers, and made a scrambled egg for Yang Ying.

As for himself, it is simple, with two pieces of toasted bread, a large piece of sauced beef, plus dark beer mixed with fresh eggs, very replenishing physical strength, it has passed the funeral day of the old woman in the bell tower, and he has also fasted.....

"Wow....."

Yang Ying and Qingqing looked at the colorful breakfast on the table, and they both let out an exclamation, Nie Zheng used a steel shelf to support the intact eggshell in the middle and took it out.

"Qingqing, when you come back from kindergarten at night, you will use a color pen to draw pictures on the eggshell, this eggshell is estimated to be kept until Qingqing grows up, and it can be regarded as a memorial to the old woman of the bell tower!"

"Okay, okay, Qingqing likes to draw pictures the most!"

"Qingqing, what do you want to draw, do you want to draw a bell tower?" Yang Ying asked with interest.

"Well, draw a clock! There is also a crutch, and Dad said to make a crutch for the old woman of the bell tower, but he didn't do it!"

"That's right!" Nie Zheng was slightly apologetic, "Then Qingqing will draw a crutch for Dad and give it to the old lady of the Bell Tower, and after Dad deals with the inheritance of the old woman of the Bell Tower, he will go to the mountains to find a good piece of wood and make a crutch for her!"

"Well, but I can't go on vacation, Qingqing doesn't want to ask for leave!"

"Good!"

"Nie Zheng is a bit of a pity. Yang Ying sighed, "The old woman in the bell tower has never had a photo with Qingqing. ”

"She doesn't like to take pictures, she says what she sucks and sucks what..."Qingqing pouted.

"She's worried about sucking her soul into the camera?"

"Well, yes!" Qingqing nodded, "I can't get out, it's inside!"

"It's not impossible. Nie Zheng scratched his head, "I don't know if you mind?"

"What?"

"I remembered that there was a family in the funeral home, didn't they happily discuss how to find a feng shui treasure after their father hung up?"

"Hey, by the way, Tang Ning also said that we are not a family, we don't enter a family!" Yang Ying said proudly.

"Hmm!" Nie Zheng nodded, "I think the children of the old woman in the bell tower are also like that, the old woman died, what they think of is how to use the old man to bless themselves, I used to be in the countryside, I heard the old man say, in fact, it is best to have a landlord in every household."

The landlord is not the kind of feudal society, but the ancestors of the family, that is to say, they will enshrine the old woman of the bell tower in front of the hall to bless themselves, since they are going to be enshrined, I guess they have a picture of the old woman!"

"I see, I don't mind, there's the little prince of frogs!"

Yang Ying immediately understood what Nie Zheng meant, Nie Zheng said, anyway, the daughter of the old woman in the bell tower is looking forward to them solving the problem of inheritance as soon as possible, and their requests are naturally responsive.

If you're lucky, they'll have a photo of the old woman, and even if you're unlucky, there's a posthumous photo, and when the time comes, let the little prince of the frog process it, and then there's a group photo.

Nie Zheng asked her if she minded, mainly to say, take 10,000 steps back, in case there is really no photo of the old woman in the bell tower, use the posthumous photo to P a life photo, and then take a photo with Qingqing.

"Nie Zheng!" Yang Ying thought for a while, "In this way, if you really use that kind of photo, don't P Qingqing, let's P us in!"

"It's okay!" Nie Zheng agreed, he was a killer and had a murderous aura, even if there was anything unlucky, he could avoid the evil in the photo.

"Daddy, Daddy, when is it winter?"

The daughter in the car still didn't nag or sing, and asked a strange question.

"Winter? It's not so fast, it's August, and it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is the festival of eating moon cakes, and then the Double Ninth Festival, when you have to worship your mother-in-law and the old woman of the bell tower, and then it's winter!"

"Dad, Qingqing knows, then let's hurry up and buy mooncakes to eat, okay?" Qingqing poked her little head from behind.

Nie Zheng smiled and patted Qingqing's little head back, "Of course not, the Mid-Autumn Festival is standing there, and we must walk over." ”

"Ahh Dad, Qingqing has a way!" Qingqing raised a finger and said seriously: "Mom's aunt from the company said that Dad can do magic, so Dad will turn winter around, okay?"

"This magic dad didn't learn it!"

"Oh!" Qingqing replied very empty, very lost, and then became happy again, "Dad, Dad, you sent Qingqing to kindergarten, go to the supermarket, and find the magician who changed Qingqing's money, well, he is very good, he must be able to!"

"Fool princess!" Nie Zheng smiled: "Why do you want winter so much, we don't snow here even if it's winter, we can't build a snowman!"

"Ah, no, yesterday my aunt said that the old woman's clothes in the bell tower can only be worn in winter!"

"Qingqing is so good!" Nie Zheng was silent for a moment, "Actually, you don't need winter, even autumn, maybe it's okay in summer!"

"Dad, let Qingqing tell you, there will be a lot of sun in the summer, and then Mr. Watermelon will be very sweet and sweet, and then it will not be cold!"

The daughter's logic is all divine, and her thinking is extremely jumpy, Nie Zheng still said seriously: "Not necessarily, there will be typhoons in summer, and it will be cold when there is a typhoon!"

"When is there a typhoon?" said Qingqing in anticipation.

"But if there is a typhoon, the farmer's uncle's melons and vegetables will be ruined!"

"Then Qingqing doesn't want a typhoon!" Qingqing said resolutely: "It's better to wait for winter and take your time! The old woman of the bell tower said that she used to be a farmer, so hard!"

"That's right, so Qingqing can't waste food!

"Yes, Dad, your phone is ringing!"

"Oh, it's your mother!"