Not only has the life of the kite become different from before, he is no longer just a shy boy who paints behind closed doors, but has begun to form his own small world, and the life of the butterfly is also like opening a closed window, and the sun suddenly fills the whole house.

Except for writing at home and trading stocks every day, Butterfly is basically alone, and the rest of the time naturally has a lot of opportunities to contact with the outside world. The first is to send the kite to kindergarten.

In the past, because of the car, Zhuang Yousheng basically took care of it, but now this job naturally falls to the butterfly himself. In that kindergarten, the mother of the kite was undoubtedly a mysterious figure. Because she never came.

When the butterfly went to the hospital transfer procedure, it was the first and last time he appeared in front of his teachers. They had already heard about Zhuang Yousheng, and they were all sad, but they couldn't say anything.

But looking at the butterfly in the eyes is obviously very special. First, I finally met the legendary beauty. Secondly, this legend is true, or it is a little more moving than imagined. When a woman looks at a woman, she naturally sees the depths at a glance. At a glance, I can't help but feel a little jealous.

However, I immediately thought about it: It is really a thin life, wealth does not last long, and the young will become a widow, and they will be jealous and red-faced, and they will not die well. After thinking about it, I have a little bit of *, I am still so good, I don't have any outstanding appearance, and I don't have glory and wealth, but there are no big ups and downs, and I am safe.

Looking at the silent and lonely back of the butterfly, those teachers gathered together and talked about it in a long way.

The first time she sent her to his new kindergarten, she was still a little at a loss, but she was very clever and reminded the butterfly: Mom, just send it here, and the teacher will lead me in. You come here again in the afternoon to pick me up. Mom, remember, here it is.

The butterfly watched him walk in alone with a blank expression.

Because the kite is growing his body, he can't let him follow him and just nibble on some cucumbers and peppers. Butterflies go to the market every day and take some meat and vegetables home.

In the past, when there was no kite, butterflies basically only bought vegetables and fruits, and never visited meat stalls and fish stalls. On the one hand, she dislikes dirty and smells unpleasant. On the other hand, she doesn't want to burn it herself, she has never touched the meat with her hands, and she can't see the bloody scene of breaking her abdomen and killing her.

If you really want to eat some meat, you can solve all the problems at the restaurants outside.

When living with Zhuang Yousheng, these things also don't need her to worry about. Because she is far away from the vegetable market, she is even more of a gentleman who does not enter the kitchen, and every day it is Aunt Xu who brings vegetables directly, and she has nothing to eat, but it is also worry-free. Or go to the hypermarket with Zhuang Yousheng every Saturday night, and buy all the daily necessities together. Zhuang Yousheng is used to picking up some seafood at the seafood stalls in hypermarkets. Butterflies are generally just watching from the side, she doesn't understand seafood, and naturally she can't understand good or bad.

Zhuang Yousheng looked all the way calmly and calmly and carefully selected. For the selection of ingredients, Zhuang Yousheng has absolute patience and carefulness, never in a hurry, nor does he listen to the clerk's nonsense there, but only believes in his own eyes and nose. That kind of focus and pickiness, like a hunting dog. Butterflies are also speechless.

She couldn't say anything, so she could only follow silently like a pug.

At this time, she will be in a trance, feeling as if she has returned to the past, back to the feeling when she was a little girl and lived with her father. She sighed in her heart: Zhuang Yousheng really feels like a father. I didn't expect to look for it myself, but I still found a father.

Thinking of this, I suddenly wanted to laugh, and pursed my mouth to restrain myself.

Zhuang Yousheng suddenly picked up a fish, turned around and asked the butterfly, do you want to eat it?

Butterfly suddenly woke up and stammered, whatever.

Zhuang Yousheng stared at the butterfly that was obviously distracted, and asked her for some reason: What are you thinking?

These expensive seafood are bought, and the person who handles them is naturally Zhuang Yousheng, if he is not free, Aunt Xu will cook it.

Butterflies are good at making soups.

Nowadays, butterflies have to go to the vegetable market and choose fish and other meats by themselves.

People say that motherhood is stronger.

It is only today that butterflies understand the meaning of this sentence. No matter how repulsive, disgusted and unwilling she was, she had to kill these stalls at all costs. So far kite selects these ingredients.

At first, the butterfly walked into the vegetable market with a small bag cross-body, and when she walked past these dirty stalls, she was nervous. She didn't know what she wanted to buy, and her eyes couldn't help but look indecisive.

Those shrewd traders are accustomed to being good at bargaining, and they must compare, and every day they are unkempt and wearing pajamas and looking like housewives and men who look overnight in front of the stalls, and suddenly there is a beautiful woman who looks clean like a mountain stream and Qiuhong, with a bone-like frozen expression and a hesitant expression, and naturally becomes curious. Seeing her hesitant and a little timid, I was even happier.

Some men deliberately take the initiative to talk to each other with bad intentions: Little girl, do you sell fish? This fish is very good, 35 pounds, still alive, you see!

In fact, this fish is only 15 yuan a catty, but he can see at a glance that this is a young chick who has never been on the vegetable field, so he has the heart to cut it.

The stall owner who had no business next to him was idle, sitting there with Erlang's legs crossed, watching the excitement, and smiling at the man.

Butterflies are not stupid, of course, they can hear the lightness in this tone. She didn't even lift her eyelids, and walked straight over. For this kind of man, don't bother.

The man was still shouting in the back: Little girl, don't look at it, it's a good fish, you can go home and steam it. Don't go, come, I'll give you a cheaper, 30 yuan a catty, I don't buy it here, you won't be able to buy such good and fresh fish anywhere else, come on, brother will lose a little bit today-

The man watching the excitement next to him had an evil smile on his face, and seemed to be happier than selling all the fish.