Looking back now, Fang Qing felt that he was quite stupid at that time.

For a long time, she thought that the little boy's name was "Brother".

"Are you hungry, do you want bread?" It was the second thing he said to her on the day we first met.

When the meal was approaching, he followed Ding's father and Ding's mother to go through the formalities for a long time, and Fang Qing was already hungry.

She didn't speak, but nodded timidly.

Ding's mother, who was standing on the side, smiled.

She squatted down and gently patted Fang Qing's back: "Qingqing, this is your brother, you have to get along well in the future, you know?" ”

After speaking, she faced Ding Zhiyang: "Zhiyang, now that he is an elder brother, he is not allowed to be naughty, he usually has to help his parents take care of his sister, do you hear!" ”

The two sentences before and after, the attitude is very different.

It can be seen that Ding's mother really likes girls.

Fang Qing relaxed little by little, and after nodding, followed Ding Zhiyang to the dining table.

On the plate on the table, half of the bread had already been gnawed, but despite this, the bread coated with red strawberry jam still attracted Fang Qing's full attention.

"Qingqing, if you're hungry, eat some bread first, and mom will let you cook now."

Hearing Ding's mother's words, Fang Qing turned her head and nodded at her obediently.

Ding Zhiyang did not push the leftover food to her, but took a new slice, unscrewed the jam bottle, first tore off the four sides of the hard bread, and then smeared it with a layer of bright strawberry jam.

"Here you go."

He folded the bread coated with strawberry jam into a triangle and handed it over.

Fang Qing raised her eyes, first glanced at the bread, and then fixed her gaze on Ding Zhiyang's face.

There were many children in the orphanage, but she had never seen anyone smile so beautifully.

Pink lips, white teeth, because of the bright smile, those bright eyes bent into a pair of crescent shapes.

This brother is so beautiful.

This is Fang Qing's first impression of Ding Zhiyang.

With a "ding" sound, the microwave oven is finished.

Fang Qing returned to reality from her thoughts.

Pulling out the heated bread, she glanced at the neatly cut corners.

Speaking of which, her taste is not so tricky that she doesn't eat the corners of the bread, but as long as Ding Zhiyang is there, as long as she eats sliced bread, she will definitely cut off the corners for her.

Because he said that the corners are too hard, and Qingqing will feel tired when he bites it.

In the eyes of outsiders, such a spoiling is actually quite stupid.

But after so many years, Fang Qing actually enjoyed it.

And it's not just the corners of the bread, but whenever there is any dish that needs to be shelled and prickly when eating together, Ding Zhiyang will prepare it for her.

Even when eating steak, he would pour the juice on her and cut it into small pieces after it tasted.

Sometimes Fang Qing thought to herself, if it weren't for the embarrassment in the public, maybe Ding Zhiyang wouldn't even let her move his hand, and directly delivered the food to her mouth.

Originally, it was all very good.

The elder brother loves the younger sister, and the younger sister depends on the elder brother.

What if that thing ......

Ay!

Fang Qing let out a long sigh.

Inexplicably, I remembered that incident again.

She scratched her hair haphazardly, stabilized her mind, and took a sip of milk from her cup.

The milk was not heated, and it was a little cold in the mouth.

She slowed down for a while, and was about to pick up the bread to eat, when she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.