Xiao Langhua fell asleep, and Minglan was going to read the bill for the white tea that was sold during the day, but as soon as she opened the notebook, she heard a gentle knock on the door.

Minglan walked over and opened the door, and outside the door, grandma smiled and said, "I cooked you a longan stewed egg, come and eat it." ”

Minglan 's eyes lit up, and she slept late and still had this treatment?

Follow Grandma to the dining room, and at the dinner table, Grandma has already prepared a bowl of longan stewed eggs, and there is still a hot aroma.

Minglan felt sweet just by smelling the smell, "Mom, you're so good, thank you." ”

Minglan sat down and enjoyed it deliciously.

After eating a few bites of longan, Minglan asked, "Did you leave a bowl for tomorrow?" ”

Grandma took the spoon and added another spoonful of longan to Minglan bowl, and said, "No, so don't say that your mother is patriarchal, you see that your mother and I hurt you the most." ”

"I don't believe it." Minglan took a bite of the poached egg and said casually.

Grandma was not happy, threw down the spoon and said, "You have no conscience, I cook dim sum only for you alone, and I don't cook it for your brother, and I also say that I am patriarchal." ”

Minglan deliberately teased her grandmother: "If you divide the family property between me and my sister by a quarter, I will admit that you are not patriarchal." ”

Grandma was anxious: "You child, how can our family have property?" This beautiful house is your brother's own. ”

"Don't you have a house in your hometown?" The more anxious Grandma was, the more Minglan wanted to tease her, "Although there is only one building, our four sisters and brothers can share one floor each." ”

"How much is my old house worth?" Grandma's face couldn't be hung up.

Minglan knocked on the bowl in her hand: "It's worth more than this bowl of longan boiled eggs, right?" I can get a house tomorrow, but I only get a bowl of longan boiled eggs, are you embarrassed to say that you are not patriarchal? ”

Minglan finished eating, patted her buttocks, and left, leaving her grandmother alone.

was scolded by Minglan , grandma was very unhappy, cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and returned to the room in disappointment.

Pushing open the door of the room, she saw Minglan looking up from the quilt, and her grandmother was startled.

"Why don't you go back to your room and sleep?" Grandma reproached.

Minglan lay on her side on the bed, supported her head with one hand, and said, "Mom, tell me a bedtime story." ”

Grandma frowned: "What? ”

Minglan learned the tone of Xiao Langhua: "In the cartoon, the children who can't sleep are all told by their parents to him a bedtime story, and he sleeps." ”

Grandma looked at Minglan with disgust: "How old are you, you still pretend to be cute, do you think you are a little wave?" Get out! ”

Minglan was kicked out of the room by her grandmother, and happily walked back to her room, passing by Lang's room and finding that the lights were still on in Lang's room.

She pushed open the door and asked, "Son, you haven't slept yet." ”

"I'm going to sleep, Mom," Lang patiently reminded as he tidied up his desk, "Please remember to knock on the door next time you enter someone else's room." ”

"You're no one else, you're my eldest son." Minglan walked in with a smile, pulled up a chair and sat in front of the bed and waited.

Lang looked back at Minglan strangely: "Mom, what are you going to do?" ”

Minglan said: "You haven't slept so late, can't you sleep?" Why don't you tell you a bedtime story? ”

Lang rolled his eyes and made another "please" action: "Mom, if your mother's love is overflowing, go tell Xiao Langhua a bedtime story, I'm going to sleep." ”

Lang said, climbed into bed and lay down to cover the quilt, and said, "Mom, please help me lock the door when you go out." ”

Minglan stood up and muttered to herself as she walked out: "The little wave begged me to tell me that I won't tell her yet, a rabbit cub with no conscience." ”

"You can't talk about it, can you?" There was a sound of waves behind her, Minglan turned her head and said embarrassedly: "You saw through it, so I originally wanted to ask you to practice your hands, but you refused." ”

Lang said: "Tomorrow night, I'll tell Xiao Langhua a bedtime story, and you can study hard next to you." ”