Xiao Lemon can be said to be lacking in interest in learning backgammon, but as soon as Lu Qing said that he had a bedtime story to listen to today, Xiao Lemon immediately sat down obediently and said, "Grasshopper, I'm already listening." ”

The rules of backgammon are very simple, naturally there is no need to say more, Lu Qing first briefly explained to Lu Ning, and then accompanied her to fight a few hands.

Little Lemon is smart and clever, her IQ is estimated to be much higher than Lu Qing's, it didn't take long to learn, and she is quite powerful, Lu Qing occasionally plays tricks that make noise, secretly making up the four chess pieces that are diagonal, and she can see through it early at a glance.

Awesome my sister!

In the future, if you can put your mind on studying, Tsinghua University and Peking University can choose the rhythm of your choice!

After playing another game of backgammon, Lu Qing put down the black chess in his hand and said, "Let's get here today first, go and wash." ”

can't go down anymore, if you go down again, Little Lemon will have more experience, and Grandpa Tong won't be able to play with her at that time!

Occasionally lose a few handfuls to her, Grandpa Tong can pretend to say that he is letting the child and make the child happy, but if he loses to a six-year-old girl's family...... That's a shame!

But then again, it's understandable that chess and Go are rookies, why can backgammon stink like this?

Forget it, next time you have the chance, let's teach Grandpa Tong to play flying chess......

After Little Lemon finished washing, she trotted to Lu Qing's side, grabbed Lu Qing's index finger with her little hand, and dragged him to her room.

It's time to listen to the story.

I, Lu Qing, a bedtime story machine with a lot of voice.

After carrying Little Lemon to the bed, Lu Qing gently covered her with a quilt and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt.

He dimmed the lamp slightly, and began to whisper a bedtime story to Lu Ning.

"Once upon a time there was a king who was bent on having a daughter."

"But God didn't let him get his wish, he was already very old, but he only gave birth to four sons."

"So the king wanted to adopt the most beautiful little girl in the whole country and make her a princess."

"But the witch said that the king's lucky number is 42, the king is not in good health, and the best little princess to adopt is 42 pounds, not a little more, not a little less."

"Then, a super cute little girl went, but she weighed and found that she was only 41 pounds, even if she ate her little belly tomorrow, she was still a little bit behind, and she would always be a little bit worse."

"The little girl was very upset, and at this time she met a little elf, and the elf said that he had a way, and he was very small, and he lay on the little girl's ear, and the little girl covered it with her hair."

"With the weight and magic of the elf, it's just 42 pounds."

"The little girl went to run for election after she was full, and weighed herself in front of the king, no more, no less, just right."

The little girl was so happy that she could become a princess, so she jumped excitedly, but shook off the elf lying on her ears.

The king was furious, and pointed to the elf and asked, "Who are you?" What are you doing lying on her ear!! ”

"The elf says ......"

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Lu Qing paused for a moment.

…

- "I'm telling a story to the little princess!" ”

By the time Lu Qing finished telling the story with emotion, Little Lemon had already fallen asleep.

She liked this kind of pun story the most, and at the end she praised her as a princess.

And the little lemon is now just 42 pounds, which is the normal weight of a 6-year-old girl.

"Hey, I slept pretty fast today, and it looks like this story can be told again next time!" Lu Qing felt relaxed and happy.

Is it tiring to make up stories?

Little Lemon was asleep with her little mouth open, but her little hand was always grasping one of Lu Qing's fingers.

He gently pulled his finger out for fear of waking her, and then tiptoed out of the room, gently closing the door for her.

It was late at night, and after Lu Qing washed, he also lay down on his big bed.

His mobile phone vibrated slightly, it was a WeChat message from Gu Guyu.

"Good night, boss."

Lu Qing replied, "Good night." ”

Now that the store is closed, the two occasionally chat a few words on WeChat.

Since that night, Gu Guyu has insisted on saying good night to Lu Qing every day.

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The next day, Lu Qing went to the store early.

Today's business is very good, he and Gu Guyu have been busy, so time flies.

Now, the progress of the daily quest [Lu Shan's Expectations for the Grocery Store] has exceeded 5000, and the results are very gratifying.

Before five o'clock in the afternoon, Comrade Lao Lu sent a WeChat message to Lu Qing to go home, and the family was ready to go to the old man's house.

"I'll leave the store to you." Lu Qing said to Gu Guyu.

Gu Guyu nodded, she knew that Lu Qing was going to the old man's house for dinner today.

Before Lu Qing left, she also stopped Lu Qing: "Old ...... Boss, wait...... Wait a minute. ”

"What's wrong?" Lu Qing asked.

Gu Guyu trotted to get his canvas bag, and then took out a small plastic bag with some eggs in it.

"This ...... This is my grandmother's ...... Elderly ...... The old hen gave birth to ......" Gu Guyu stammered.

"For my grandfather?" Lu Qing asked.

Gu Guyu nodded, a little embarrassed.

After all, it's just the eggs laid by a few old hens raised by themselves, and the chicken soup with a lot of precious ingredients brought last time is definitely incomparable.

Lu Qing took it with a smile, he saw her embarrassment, so he said softly:

"If you have a heart, my grandfather likes this kind of home-grown vegetables, home-raised chickens, and home-grown eggs...... He always felt that what he bought outside was not as reliable as his own. ”

When Gu Guyu heard this, he quickly glanced up at Lu Qing, and there was a hint of excitement in the big eyes under the wood-framed glasses.

I don't know why, Lu Qing looked at her little appearance and couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her little head.

Finally held back.

"What do you think, although you keep her as a pet girl, but it's not a real pet, what to touch!" Lu Qing warned himself in his heart.

After a few more words of exchange with Gu Guyu, he rode the shared bicycle home, and then the family drove to the old man's house.

After parking the car downstairs at the old man's house, Comrade Lao Lu called Lu Qing to his side, and then opened the trunk, which contained several boxes of fruit.

"Dad, buy so many fruits in one go?" Lu Qing said with a smile.

"Filial piety is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation." Comrade Lao Lu said while asking Lu Qing to move fruits.

In fact, Comrade Lao Lu buys some fruit every time he comes to his father-in-law's house, but he usually doesn't buy too much.

After all, there are two old people living together, where can they eat as much fruit?

However, whenever anyone else was a guest at the old man's house, he would certainly buy a lot of them and bring them up in front of the guests.

I have face, but the main thing is to give face to the old man.

Now the old man's best friends know that the old man has a good son-in-law, who is very good and filial to him, and gives priority to the old man in everything.

Comrade Lao Lu has always been the old man's number one licking dog.

Of course, if the fruit can't be eaten, the old man will let him take it back to avoid wasting.

Han Ru saw that Comrade Lao Lu was so good to the old man, she must have been moved, so Comrade Lao Lu's little life was comfortable?

So, a midlife crisis is not terrible, but what about baldness?

I'm not living a particularly nourishing life, and life is colorful!

Rich licking begging!

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