It's too late, Mo Yan still has something to do tomorrow, so he won't do it at all. Snow Kite was a little upset for a long time, and ran to sleep with Mo Yan.

Mo Yan held her in his arms, and the snow kite rested on his arm, and it didn't take long for her to fall into a deep sleep.

Mo Yan looked at her for a while, dropped a kiss on his forehead, and slowly closed his eyes.

The next morning, the snow kite got up early and vowed to make a decent steamer lid first.

When she woke up, Mo Yan had already left, leaving her barbecue and bamboo shoot soup on the table.

After eating and drinking, the snow kite looked at the cut bamboo strips on the ground with enthusiasm and began to wear them one by one.

It wasn't until noon that she looked at the steamer lid that had been braided in her hand and smiled.

It's not as hard to do as she thought, look, isn't it going to be done today.

As for the following part, he just needs to ask Mo Yun to help him get it. After all, she doesn't have anything suitable in her hands, and the little guy does handicrafts every day, so there must be materials that can be used.

She took the lid of the steamer to Mo Yun's place, and when she arrived, the little guy was still carving the box, very focused.

She couldn't bear to step forward to disturb her, and her steps eased a lot. It wasn't until Mo Yun got the things in her hand and looked up that she realized that she was coming.

Mo Yun glanced at the thing in her hand, felt very curious, and hurriedly asked.

"Mother, what is in your hand, can you lend me a look."

Snow Kite nodded, handed over the things, Mo Yun took it and looked at it for a long time, and for a while he didn't know how to do it.

"Mother, you're so good, I can't get this thing, it must be difficult."

Snow Kite nodded weakly and did not make a sound. Amazing, she naturally can't be counted, after all, she and Mo Yan didn't make a decent one in the middle of the night last night, which is really a little embarrassing.

"Yun'er, mother, this thing, there is still some of it that has not been done, and I am not very good at it, I want you to help make it."

Mo Yun nodded and told her to draw a pattern on the parchment scroll.

Snow Kite took out the carving knife, drew a few strokes, felt that it was about the same, and handed it to him directly.

Mo Yun watched it for a long time, but she didn't understand what was going on, so she had to ask her out loud in embarrassment.

"Mother, I can't understand your picture, can you tell me?"

Snow Kite took the picture and looked at it, and felt that there was no problem, and it was a little incomprehensible.

Don't she understand the painting, she also showed the lid to the little guy, and drew it in detail, look at the delicate lines, it is simply a master-level painter.

There is also the part that puts things at the bottom, and the three-dimensional cylinders fall together, so there is no problem at all.

Forget it, since she can't understand it, then she will talk about it carefully. The snow kite chattered a lot, and Mo Yun listened to it on the side, a little unable to keep up, and after listening to it, he barely understood a little.

He took the parchment roll and looked at it again, and smiled awkwardly, what my mother said and painted is not the same thing.

He looked at the materials at hand, and finally decided to make some clay pots of similar size and put them underneath.

"Mother, then you put this thing here with me first, and when I get it ready, I will send it to you together."

Snow Kite got the letter, touched his head dotingly, and sat down directly to the side, ready to make a few more steamer lids to come out.

However, she didn't have enough things at hand, so she had to go back to the stone cave first, and use a carving knife to manipulate the bamboo, and finally got enough bamboo strips.

She took a piece of animal skin and went directly to Mo Yun with her things. As soon as she arrived, she threw the bamboo stick on the ground and gasped for a rest.

Mo Yun'er was still kneading the pot with clay at this time, comparing it with the lid, and sometimes she accidentally glued the lid and couldn't take it off, so she had to do it again.

After the size was determined, Mo Yun's movements were much faster, and the clay pots were quickly pinched and sent to the place where the clay was burned for baking.

The temperature around was very high, and the little guy's face was reflected on the fire, and fine beads of sweat were all over his face. The snow kite saw it when he was resting, and hurriedly took the rabbit skin and wiped it for him.

"When you're tired, just rest for a while, it's not something that matters."

Mo Yun shook her head and said to her with a smile: "I'm usually used to it, mother, it's not too hot, and I should be able to take it out at night."

Seeing that he felt okay, Snow Kite sighed and poured him a glass of water next to him.

The little guy didn't say a word, but took a sip of it and drank it, feeling a lot refreshed.

Seeing that his face was not as red as just now, Snow Kite relieved himself, put a few glasses of cold water next to him, and continued to do his own thing.

By the end of the day, it was getting darker and the temperature was a little colder. Snow kite has experience and has done quite a few children out.

I felt that it was almost over, so I hurriedly went to the side to make dinner. Mo Yun wrapped it in animal skin, took out the burned clay pot, reached out and pinched it, felt that it was quite strong, and smiled happily.

Snow Kite saw that he still had some vegetables here, so he put some meat and fried them together, and made an egg. Thinking that the little one hadn't drunk much water for a day, he made some soup and made some fruit by the way.

When it was almost done, she called Mo Yun to come over for dinner. Mo Yun was still looking at the things at hand, but she didn't hear it, so she had to walk over slowly, reach out and pat his head.

"Let's eat, Yun'er, I'll get it later."

Mo Yun nodded, put down the carving knife and clay pot in his hand, walked to the stone table, watched the stone table full of food, and couldn't help but lick his lips.

The things made by the snow kite were delicious, Mo Yun ate a lot, felt a little supported, and was ready to go out for a walk, but the snow kite was also tired for a day and decided to go with him.

The mother and son were walking leisurely outside, but the face of a cautious man was already black at the bottom of the pot.

He was busy all day, he was tired, he thought that he would see the little female when he went back, but when he arrived at the stone cave, he didn't even see a figure, so he hurriedly went out to look for it.

He walked around almost the entire tribe, and he didn't see anyone, so he was scared.

When he walked back, he saw his cub and the little female walking leisurely on the road, and immediately sneered.

Snow Kite saw a figure coming over, and when she looked at it, she saw that it was Mo Yan, and hurriedly walked over happily and hugged his waist.

But she didn't go over on purpose, it's really the man's face is a little scary, no matter how she thinks about it, it's really not okay to go along with the hair.

Mo Yan was originally full of evil fire and was about to vent out, but at this time, she was hugged by her, and she lost her temper, and the whole person was a lot gentler.

"Where did you go, I didn't see you when I went back."

"I'll go to Yun'er's and ask him to make a steamer for me."

Snow Kite smiled mischievously, Mo Yan was a little helpless, and reached out to pinch her nose.

Mo Yun looked at the two people in front of him at this time, and he was already petrified on the spot. No, he just came out to relax, and he also had a mouth full of dog food, but let his poor child go.

Thinking of the steamer, Mo Yan was also interested, ready to go over to have a look, and took her hand to Mo Yun's side.

Mo Yun was about to leave, when he saw two people coming over, so he had to stop.

The three of them went to the stone cave together, Mo Yan looked at the clay pot and lid thrown aside, stretched out his hand and threw the lid up, feeling particularly novel.

The snow kite tried to drop the clay pots together, but accidentally touched them, and the clay pots were scattered all over the ground.

Mo Yun looked at it and felt that something was wrong, obviously the things on the mother's picture could be detained together, so how could it not work with him.

Mo Yun took it and looked around, only to find that he had forgotten to leave some gaps under the clay pot, so he had to take out the carving knife and carefully play with it little by little.

After a long time, he finally got it all right, and carefully buckled it together, tried to push it, and found that it was not scattered, and he was very happy.

In this way, the steamer was also made out by Mo Yun, a genius-level little inventor, and he was praised by Mo Yan for it.

Snow Kite smiled and asked Mo Yan to carry the things back, ready to eat. When Mo Yun heard about it, he naturally wanted to eat it with him.

"Mother, can I go to your place to eat at night?"

Snow Kite didn't think about it, and nodded directly. Anyway, this thing is also made by Mo Yun, and if she doesn't eat it together, she can't say anything.

But Mo Yan on the side, but he didn't think so, although the little female came to Mo Yun at night because of something, but his cub was so unconscious, he was really a little unhappy.

He thought about it for a while, and smiled coldly at Mo Yun, who immediately changed his mind and said to the snow kite that there was still something to do, and he couldn't go.

Snow Kite glanced at it, didn't say anything, cared a few words and followed Mo Yan.

Mo Yun sent the two people out of the door, watched the two people disappear, and sighed.

When will the days of fear be dominated by my father?