40 sour

Li Tiantian reluctantly glanced at the malt milk essence she had just soaked, and then went to the hall with no love.

Quietly came behind Fu Qingyu, glanced at the man who was concentrating on playing chess, she stretched out her little hand and pinched his free left hand.

Fu Qingyu's phoenix eyes slanted slightly, and she glanced at Li Tiantian inquiringly.

Li Tiantian smiled at him, and then put the enamel jar into his hand.

Fu Qingyu understood, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and after taking it, he subconsciously took a sip.

"Is it delicious? Is it sweet? Li Tiantian asked in a low voice.

Fu Qingyu nodded.

He didn't actually think it was delicious, so he simply tasted it, and only felt that it was sweeter.

But when Li Tiantian asked him, he still nodded subconsciously.

"I'll taste it too." Li Tiantian was really happy, and she was very proud with a smile.

The fair-skinned little hand directly took the jar in Fu Qingyu's hand, and then took a sip.

"It's delicious!" Li Tiantian narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

Fu Qingyu's heart moved, and his phoenix eyes glanced at the enamel jar several times, and his eyes stayed on the lip print on it.

Father Li had already noticed these two people, and when he saw his daughter giving Fu Qingyu wheat milk essence to drink, his heart was sour.

The girl hasn't brought herself a glass of water yet!

Li Dahe stared at the chessboard, constantly pondering in his heart, and the further he went, the more difficult it became.

I sighed in my heart: This child is thoughtful and does great things!

"Tiantian, my brother also wants to drink malt milk essence." The second brother Li Fulin was already sour, and he couldn't help but squeeze his eyebrows at Li Tiantian.

What should I do if my brother-in-law is unpleasant again?

The eldest brother Li Chunlin didn't say anything, but his plain eyes also glanced at Li Tiantian, and the meaning was self-evident.

When she looked up again, she could almost feel the substance of Father Li's resentful gaze.

Li Tiantian: ......

With a strong desire to survive, she suddenly said, "There is more." ”

Then he ran upside down, went to the kitchen and got a few bowls, and then made a bowl and brought it over.

Even Wang Aiju and Mother Li in the kitchen have it.

"Alas, this malt milk essence is fragrant when you drink it!" The second brother Li Fulin sighed after taking a sip.

"Tiantian, give my brother a slap on the back, and my brother will give you two dollars." Li Fulin quipped.

"Second brother, drink yours, malt milk essence can't stop your mouth!"

"Besides, you want to send me away for two dollars?" Li Tiantian said with a smile.

"Ahem, I can't see my two dollars anymore, two dollars is too little?" Li Fulin plucked his ears and quipped.

"Not really!"

"Let my future second sister-in-law beat you on the back, hum!" Li Tiantian glared at her second brother and said.

"Fulin, you can't stop teasing her." The eldest brother Li Chunlin patted his younger brother.

It's really uncomfortable for him if he doesn't itch for a while.

Fu Qingyu had a smile in his eyes, and while concentrating on playing chess, he listened to the fights of the women around him, not only was he not irritable, but his mood was better than ever.

In the end, as expected, Fu Qingyu won.

Li Dashan patted his thigh and said that he would play another game, but he was scolded by his aunt Wang Aiju, but he was honest and said that he would come back later.

The lunch was very rich, and the whole family sat together and ate a beautiful meal, talking and laughing, Li Tiantian liked this atmosphere very much.

"Okay, I'm relieved to know that Tiantian is fine, I'll go back with your eldest brother first, don't send it." Wang Aiju said to Li's father and Li's mother.

Then he turned his head and said to Li Tiantian: "Tiantian, it's okay to come to the aunt, the aunt will cook something for you, and the little fu will also come." ”

"Knowing the eldest lady, we will go." Li Tiantian said with a smile.

Fu Qingyu also gave it away, with a smile on his face.