"Wow, Xiaoyi, you are so amazing, the bag is so beautiful."

Han Zhimo looked at Xiao Yibao's small dumplings and was very excited.

"Xiao Yi, why are you so powerful, I want to pack it too." Tan Zhiyi also came up, half-lying on the table, and looked at Xiao Yi with a smile.

Meng Ke also leaned over and stood aside and looked at Xiao Yi wrapping dumplings in a daze, fascinated by it.

Finally walked over, Jiang Hanyuan, who was wearing a cool handsome leather coat, looked at the three of them surrounding Xiao Yi, his face was a little stinky, and he also walked over.

Standing next to Xiao Yi, he looked at him condescendingly.

"Xiao Yi, isn't your family very poor?"

The voice with a little disgust made the little man who was making dumplings move, slowly raised his head, and looked at Jiang Hanyuan on the side.

"I heard that you even know how much tomatoes cost a pound, and you can make dumplings, your family is very poor, so you have to do this."

Jian Chu frowned and looked at the little boy in front of him who was about the same age as Xiao Yi.

I don't understand why a child has such thoughts?

Xiao Yi looked at him, without the slightest inferiority complex and embarrassment, and said lightly: "You are very rich? ”

When Jiang Hanyuan heard this, he immediately raised his chin arrogantly: "Of course." ”

Xiao Yi retracted his gaze and continued to make dumplings, his tone was very flat: "Are you rich or is your father rich." ”

Such a sentence made Jian Chu and Xue Jiayu laugh out loud.

This sentence is too classic.

Jiang Hanyuan didn't feel that there was anything wrong: "My father is rich, so is your father rich?" ”

At the mention of the word father, Jian Chuchu chuckled, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the arrogant child.

Although he knew that it was just a child, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Xiao Yi was obviously stunned for a moment, and the face of Sheng Ze appeared in his mind.

He, still has money......

The little man pursed his lips, his mood fluctuated a little, and his voice was much colder than just now.

"What's the matter, you have to fight for your own things, not your father."

Such a little adult-like remark made several adults surprised.

Han Zhimo and Tan Zhi looked at Xiao Yi with admiration: "Xiao Yi, you are so powerful, how can you do anything?" ”

The child didn't understand that, but he thought it was so powerful.

At the same time, I also think that making dumplings is also a very powerful thing.

Jiang Hanyuan doesn't understand why he is so good at making dumplings? Isn't this all the work of a nanny?

"Han Yuan, come here." Song Xueya opened her mouth and called.

Jiang Hanyuan walked over, obviously a little unhappy.

"Xiao Yi is great, and our Han Yuan is also very powerful, is it okay to make dumplings with Mother Song here?"

Jiang Hanyuan's face improved a little when he heard this, sat down, and then took a bun skin with some unwillingness and wrapped it up.

This time, I drove a few children, and they all sat down obediently to help make dumplings together.

Xiao Yi helped Jian Chu Bao at the beginning, but in the end, he became a few children to do it.

A few children played together, and a few adults wrapped dumplings that were going to be changed for rice and noodles for a while.

Jiang Hanyuan wrapped a few on the side, either they were not tightly packed, or they were very ugly.

I also got a hand of oil, and my gas was not clear, but I just refused to learn from Xiao Yi.

Listening to the chattering voices of Han Zhimo and Tan Zhiyi, he praised Xiao Yi from time to time.

Even Meng Ke kept looking at Xiao Yi and studied seriously.

Jiang Hanyuan was even more angry.

Obviously, in other places, other children are rushing to stammer themselves and play with themselves.

Why is that poor ghost more popular than himself?