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"Yayan, your cookies are so ugly, the kids don't eat them, right? Hahaha・・・・・・"

"Ernie, you're so bad!"

Li Yayan hates painting and design the most, naturally pinching the shape of biscuits and squeezing patterns, and she does it very badly, and people always have shortcomings. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Xiaoyuan and mine are about to be baked, why haven't you kneaded them yet?"

Lee Hyo-ri jokingly teased this little sister.

Occasionally, I suddenly think of the little girl who is getting farther and farther away from me.

In the end, Lee Hyo-ri and Kim Hyo-yeon couldn't stand it, so they helped Lee Ya-yeon pinch it together.

This time, the biscuits are made with a lot of nutritious vegetable juice added to the flour, and there is no coloring at all, so that the children can eat healthier and more assured.

The children were more approachable than the last time they saw these young ladies who came to see them for the second time.

There is a very introverted little boy who was just called by the dean to give Jin Xiaoyuan and them sweetheart steamed buns.

A place with warm hearts, really sunshine all year round, I originally came to the welfare home to take care of the children, but I was taken care of by the children first.

"If only there was milk!"

Li Yayan was eating steamed buns, a little dry, and wanted to drink something to quench her thirst.

"Ah, don't complain, do you still want to steal the children's milk to drink."

"I just kind of want to drink!"

"I really can't help you, go back and let Cupid buy it for you to drink, you're not her team leader!"

"Hey, forget it."

But although she said that it was okay, Li Yayan's eyes stared straight out of the window, the steamed buns and strawberry milk in the hands of the children.

Li Yayan's saliva is about to flow out, the dignified eldest lady of Samsung Group, staring at the milk of other people's children.

"Wow, that's my favorite chocolate milk."

"Brush~", Lee Hyo-ri and Kim Hyo-yeon found that Li Yayan beside them was gone, and rushed out.

Sitting shamelessly next to the little boy drinking chocolate milk, this little boy seems to be the child who just gave them steamed buns and looked shy.

"Sister, do you want to drink?"

The little boy looked at Li Yayan's eyes staring straight at the milk in his hand that was just about to be moved, and then raised it.

Maybe I wanted to drink too much, Li Yayan actually understood this Chinese, Li Yayan didn't control herself, and couldn't help but nod.

"Then give it to my sister."

Li Yayan reached out with satisfaction to take the milk, which is still her favorite chocolate milk! Even if you can't read Chinese, the black chocolate on the packaging won't deceive, right?

"Oops, it hurts."

"Yikes! Lee Ya-yeon! You really are! I also grabbed the children's things to drink! ”

Lee Hyo-ri taught him that he had just come over to give Lee Ya-yeon a crit... Punch ......

Kim Hyo-yeon took the milk, returned it to the little boy, and said in Chinese:

"Sister, don't need it, you can drink it, grow your body!"

Then the two of them glared at Li Yayan with "vicious" little eyes, Li Yayan looked at the chocolate milk super aggrieved and was taken away by the two big sisters.

"Eat steamed buns and gag your mouth."

Jin Xiaoyuan stuffed a steamed bun for Li Yayan.

Li Yayan frowned her little eyebrows, and her little nose shrugged one after another, like Sunny's expression when she was angry or coquettish.

"Eat quickly, don't be hungry, I'll ask Chenchen to buy you milk to drink in the evening, it must be chocolate-flavored, and we'll buy it as expensive as it is."

Jin Xiaoyuan couldn't bear it and comforted.

Maybe it's with two young ladies who are older than themselves, they will become childish, cute and stick out their tongues and nibble on bread.

The three of them waited for the biscuits to be baked, boredly passing the thirty plus thirty, an hour's time, two plates of biscuits, enough for the children, and for the dean and the old grandmothers.