Hearing Armang's words, Fat Tiger tilted his little head, stuffed his dark fingers into his mouth, bit it, and thought about what Armand said, Armand looked at Fat Tiger's swarthy fingers a little unbearable, stretched out his hand to take Fat Tiger's hand out of his mouth, and looked at his hand that was not much cleaner than Fat Tiger, his little face was flushed, but he endured the cold, and kept telling himself, "This is the task object, this is the task object, not me, not me."

I only heard the fat tiger's immature voice sound, with a serious expression on his face, and patted his chest vigorously, "Tiger... Tiger.... Chinese..... Han". Armand looked at the little man and wanted to pretend to understand, he felt a little funny, and laughed unconsciously.

Fat Tiger saw Armand laughing, and couldn't help but dance and smirk, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, sister,,,,,, laughing,,,,,, it's so ,,,,,, to see."

Armand gently pinched the fat tiger's face, and couldn't help but chuckle: "You are so young, what do you know."

Zhang Qiuhong listened to the laughter and laughter in the back room on the stove, couldn't help but have red eyes, bit her lip tightly with her teeth, didn't let herself make a sound, and kept stirring in the pot with a spoon in her hand, but the tears still couldn't help but flow down, dripping into the rice cereal, Zhang Qiuhong hurriedly wiped it with her sleeve, divided the rice cereal into two parts and put it in the broken bowl, sorted out her expression, and walked into the inner room with two bowls of rice cereal. I only heard Zhang Qiuhong say softly, "Huzi is eating, my mother made Huzi's favorite rice cereal for you"

"Wow, mush。。。。。 Eat ,,, ,,, and eat ,,,,, ,,, Niang" Fat Tiger watched Zhang Qiuhong come in with rice cereal, and immediately ran to the side of the kang, stretching his neck to look into the rice bowl.

"Silly boy, it's still hot, wait for your mother to blow it for you before eating" Zhang Qiuhong looked at the fat tiger's eagerness amusedly. Turning his head, he put another bowl in Armand's hand, and said in an unkind tone: "What? You need me to feed you too".

Armang looked at Zhang Qiuhong, who had different hearts, and didn't understand why she suddenly changed her attitude, "Could it be that I scared her just now" Armang couldn't help but wonder in his heart, but he still took the big bowl handed to him by Zhang Qiuhong, and looked at the rice grains that were clearly visible inside, oh, it's not rice grains, it's black, yellow, black and yellow, I don't know what it is, I just feel a little hard to swallow, and then looked at the bowl of the fat tiger, it's just a few more rice grains than my own bowl, Armand stared at the big bowl in front of him blankly, thoughtful.

Zhang Qiuhong looked at Armang, who was holding the bowl and looking blankly but didn't eat, and said a little angrily, because the fat tiger was still there, so Zhang Qiuhong lowered his voice, "What?" Can't get in? It's really noble, no matter how bad it is, it's better than pig food, just love to eat this thing, and when you're hungry, don't grab food with pigs, just huh"

Armang listened to Zhang Qiuhong's words, came out of his own world, and looked straight at Zhang Qiuhong, "You eat this every day."

Zhang Qiuhong exploded when she heard this, put down the bowl in her hand, and shouted at Armang, "If you don't eat this, what will you eat?" Do you take the money? No one wants an upside down post like yours, it's not as valuable as that pig."

"Wow, ah" Fat Tiger cried in fright when he heard Zhang Qiuhong shouting.

Zhang Qiuhong heard the cry of the fat tiger, and hurriedly held the fat tiger in her arms, and said to the fat tiger in a gentle voice: "The tiger is the most well-behaved, the mother is not fierce to you, I'm sorry, don't be afraid of the tiger, the mother is really not the murderer of you" In the end, Zhang Qiuhong couldn't help choking. Fat Tiger felt the tears dripping on his body, stopped crying, and wiped away his tears for Zhang Qiuhong with his dark little hands, "Niang ,,,, Niang ,,,,, don't cry ,,,,,,,,, Tiger doesn't ,,,,, ,,,,, cry", listening to Fat Tiger's immature voice, Zhang Qiuhong couldn't help but hug Fat Tiger and cried bitterly, as if she wanted to pour out all the grievances she had suffered in the past few years.