Qian Mishou looked up at Song Poria in a daze, shouldn't it hurt to be bitten by a mosquito? Why is my sister laughing, is this being bitten stupidly or bitten on the laughing hole?

"Sister, I'll give you a call."

"Yes, you give me a whoop."

Song Fuling put Qian Mishou's small body in the direction of his back to his father, and then Sizhuang and Lao Niu were driving outside again, and no one paid attention to his father's conjuring things out of the space.

Before she saw her father's daze, he deliberately pillowed Adi's bag under his head, opened the zipper, and put his hand into the bag.

"Hehehe, hahaha, ahh, hiccup."

Qian Peiying glared at her daughter: "You are almost a little bit done, you don't have a head when you laugh, what's wrong with us?" I don't know how to worry. Just let Mi Shou fan you, I still have a job here, don't affect your father's rest. ”

After speaking, Qian Peiying neatly put the grilling net conjured out of the space on the charcoal basin, which used to be the grill net on the barbecue grill.

Igniting the fire, in just half a day, she learned to use flint, which shows people's adaptability.

First light the alcohol stove, let the tea and eggs in the Japanese pot continue to boil, and then check the noodles, and finally only 20 catties of white noodles left, have been put there to wake up for a long time, see that the dough has been almost two to three times the size, a big lump, she knelt in the carriage to pull the dough, otherwise she couldn't make any effort, and began to roll the cake again.

Step by step, Qian Peiying has a special charter in her heart.

To what extent, she can really cut the rolled dough cake into pieces the size of chess pieces, and this charcoal pot is burned, and the chess pieces are spread on the bake, and when the baking temperature is to a certain temperature, she sprinkles salt evenly on the top with her right hand, and keeps kneading the dough with her left hand, without delaying the effort at all.

This hand-work really comes from the inheritance of the modern old Qian family, the old man Qian used to cook for the public, and in the past, he started a business with Song Fusheng and opened a snack chain restaurant.

Don't look at that time, Song Fusheng had already given gifts to the director of the hospital in a crooked way, and asked her to go to the city hospital to manage the luggage deposit, and she could be regarded as having a serious job and put on a white coat, so she didn't delay helping in the snack department, getting up early every day, taking more than 20 waiters to make buns, and going to work at more than seven o'clock.

Qian Mishou stopped to give his sister a snort, and couldn't help but turn his head and sniff.

Song Lingling asked, "Is it fragrant?" "Heart-to-heart: Mom hasn't put milk powder in it yet, otherwise it will be more fragrant, no way, the situation does not allow it.

Qian Mishou opened his mouth, and Harazi flowed down first. This time, he didn't need others to look at him, for fear that he would affect Song Fusheng to change things, so he turned his back to Song Fusheng and came to his aunt's side and asked from time to time: "When is it good, can I taste it when it's good?" ”

Above, Song Fusheng, whose body is in a state of fainting and his spirit is very excited, is not clear, he is busy in the space.

He thought that it would not be easy to come in, and he could take something and take something.

The first was to go straight to his daughter's bedside table, turn out the cool oil, glance at his daughter's dresser, and pull a few hair ties.

Then he went about grinding in the drawing-room, and when he looked up at the window, he stepped on the stool and went up with a fruit knife, trying to remove the layer of gauze from the screens, so that he could cut the head of the girth, and everyone hurried to divide a piece, so that the mosquitoes would not bite him.

You can't let the people on foot carry a dried wormwood in their hands and burn it while walking, and the old cow head is driving the car, and the mosquitoes are even more coming.

At the same time, Song Fusheng was also very strange in his heart, this space was not bad at all. Back then, how much money was spent on a square meter, people didn't let him bring it at all, but if he didn't buy it, such as sticking out through the window to touch the air, his fingers would be in vain.

After cutting off all these screen nets and folding them, I thought about it, and suddenly remembered what Halloween was when I brought a few children home for Halloween in the year my daughter graduated from college. gave her mother a hand to go out to play mahjong, and thought he couldn't come back from a business trip, and then he went crazy at home, and he was almost scared to death when he opened the door and entered the house.

Five or six girls had bloody masks on their faces, and white ghost-like masks, thanks to the sound playback, otherwise his screams would have been heard by the girls.

Well? Where did the masks he confiscated? Find this thing and put it on your daughter, mosquito-proof, and your eyelids are no longer afraid of biting.