Fang Yichen thought about herself, she didn't know how tall she was, because she had never measured, but she felt that she had developed well and had never delayed eating, so it should have been over one meter two.

Then she also heard an important news, that is, if there is something missing at home and she doesn't want to go out, she can tell the little soldier in the cooking class that the little soldier will go to the city every day to buy and usually come back at about ten o'clock in the morning. It's just right to pick it up after work, so you don't delay cooking at noon.

Fang Yichen felt that this news was very important to her, she hadn't eaten meat since yesterday, and today's meat section didn't count, it wasn't enough for her to stuff her teeth, so she was hungry for meat. Looking at Zhao Lan's appearance today, it is estimated that she is not a woman of the Gu family, expecting her to make meat to eat, she feels a little hanging, so she is ready to act on her own tomorrow if she can't eat meat today.

She took this bath for more than an hour before coming out, and the whole person was steamed pink and tender, and when she was dressing, there was a grandmother who was very rare to her, and she had to ask her whose family she belonged to, and she had to reach out and pinch her face.

Fang Yichen fled in the wilderness.

At half past four in the afternoon, sure enough, Zhao Lan still didn't get off work on time, and Li Bingbing came back.

When she entered the room and saw Fang Yichen lying on her table and didn't know what she was doing, she immediately became angry, "You hillbilly, hurry up and open it for me, this is my table, without my permission, who let you use it?" ”

Fang Yichen stopped the pen in his hand and slowly turned his head to look at the turkey ice who was restless as soon as he got home, "Oh, this is your table, then you call it and see if it promises you?" If it says yes, I'll get out of the way. ”

"You are stupid, it's a thing, it's not a person, how can you speak." Li Bingbing had a stupid look on his face.

Fang Yichen was speechless, playing with an eight-year-old child was indeed a little out of tune, "Yes, it can't speak, and it doesn't write its name, how do I know it's yours, and if you want to use the table, you can say it well, you are in the second grade, haven't your teachers taught you what politeness is?" ”

Li Bingbing understood this sentence, and immediately blushed with anger, "You are not polite, this is obviously my desk, you used it without asking, you are rude." ”

"But when I came yesterday, your mother repeatedly told me that I should treat this place as my home, so why should I ask you if I use my own things, just like the bed in that room belongs to your parents, if you want to go up and sit down, you need to ask your parents first?" Fang Yichen stunned Li Bingbing in a few words.

"Okay, I don't care about you as a child, don't you just want to use the table, I'll let it be for you." She stood up as she spoke.

"Hmph, who let you let me, I didn't hesitate to use what you used." After Li Bingbing shouted this, he picked up the schoolbag that he hadn't put down and ran away again.

Fang Yichen looked at her back and sneered, thinking that you can run, I am not your mother, I really thought I was afraid of you running.

At ten o'clock, Zhao Lan finally went home from work, and as Fang Yichen expected, she still came back empty-handed, and the meat she said in the morning was nowhere to be seen.

"Yaya, hasn't my sister come back yet?"

"Well, I'm back, but I'm out with my bag again." Fang Yichen was a little unenergetic when she spoke, she wanted to eat meat.

"This kid is probably going to Xiao Han's house to do his homework again." Zhao Lan frowned, in fact, she didn't like Xiao Han's child, she felt that the child had too many eyes, and her daughter was always the one who was called to play with her.

Of course, mothers don't like to see their children have such friends around them, so Zhao Lan told her daughter a few times not to always play with her, but the girl didn't listen, and still followed Xiao Han to school and got out of school every day, and she had to get together to do her homework when she got home.

Zhao Lan is not too tough in this matter, after all, they all live in the same compound, and she also knows Xiao Han's parents, if she has to prevent her children from playing with other people's children, let her parents know, and she will not be able to meet in the future.

"Maybe." Fang Yichen didn't care about this question, "Aunt Zhao, what are we going to eat tonight?" ”

Zhao Lan looked at the empty kitchen, and suddenly remembered that she went back to her hometown to visit relatives for a few days, and the dishes at home had been eaten, and she borrowed those from her neighbors yesterday.

"This ...... Auntie is busy today and doesn't have time to go grocery shopping, so let's eat somen tonight, hot soup somen noodles, I'm laying an egg for one of you, it must be old and fragrant. Zhao Lan worked hard to describe how delicious the noodles were.

Fang Yichen was expressionless the whole time, "You can do whatever you want." Then she turned and went back to the house.

Zhao Lan saw her like this and knew that the child was not satisfied, she was a little puzzled, the noodles were not satisfied, what did the girl want to eat?

Sure enough, at the dinner table, only Fang Yichen was expressionless during the whole meal, and the others were snoring and eating with bowls.

"Yaya still wants it, Auntie will give it to you." Zhao Lan saw her put down the bowl, and quickly stood up to prepare to add some to her.

"No, I'm full." Fang Yichen refused, knowing that she ate noodles at night, she had just eaten some of the stock she brought in the house, so she was not too hungry.

Li Bingbing squinted at Fang Yichen, thinking that a hillbilly is a hillbilly, and he doesn't know how to eat more good things, "Mom, I still want it, you fill me with another bowl." ”

In fact, Fang Yichen, a hillbilly, is really not hungry for white noodles, let alone white noodles, because when she was in her hometown, Grandma Li made a good meal for her every day, and rice and white noodles were the basic equipment.

And Fang Yichen is still a cheap skin, she doesn't want to eat pure white flour steamed buns, so she is willing to eat two and nine noodles steamed buns or three and three noodles steamed buns, so the hanging noodles are really not very attractive to her.

"Okay!" Zhao Lan saw her daughter cheering like this, the corners of her happy mouth turned up, and she really went into the kitchen to fill another bowl for the child.

It's just that Li Bingbing is a typical person with big eyes and a small belly, and he can't eat the second bowl after a few bites.

"It must be eaten, not wasted." Instructor Li immediately went online.

"I can't eat, I'm full." Li Bingbing aggrievedly picked up a noodle and put it in his mouth.

"When you're full, you just want your mother to fill you with a full bowl? Knowing that you can't eat and waste food, do you know that you are making a mistake? Li Jianjun just saw that the child couldn't eat it, but he didn't stop Zhao Lan from serving her noodles, just to take the opportunity to educate her daughter.

I want to compare myself with others in everything, and I don't see how big my belly is, so I don't know how much I will suffer in the future.