I saw that there was an extra piece of egg shell in the pot that I didn't know where it fell in.

Anyway, after handing over the task of beating eggs to the little girl, he never touched an egg.

Thinking so, the little girl sighed in a low voice, and then reached out as if she was going to fish the eggshells from the hot pan.

Tang Qing: !!

was taken aback by Qinghui's suicidal cooking method.

Tang Qing quickly stretched out his hand, picked up the little girl who was standing beside him and wanted to do something to the oil pot, and walked outside.

Walking out of the kitchen door, it was to put the little girl down.

The slender and bony hand was clasped on the door, looking like he was guarding against the little girl from entering the door again.

The little girl who had never cooked or eaten, and only had a few plane histories to eat, raised her eyes in a daze, and her hand still maintained the action of just going to fish for eggshells, looking at the guy who was staring at herself, looking like she didn't let herself into the kitchen, and wrinkled her little nose a little dissatisfied.

"What do you do?"

Tang Qing and the little girl looked at each other for a while, and the eggs in the pot behind them crackled because of the oil.

Tang Qing lowered his head, rubbed the tip of his nose with Qinghui, and sighed slightly.

"I'm doing good."

Save his family's cubs.

By the way, it is also to help the kitchen clean up extremely dangerous people.

The soft white cheeks of the extremely dangerous man slowly puffed up.

Air bulge.

The eyes are still lazy, and the big eyes are accusatory.

It's a good thing to be a fart.

And stretched out his paws to call him in the face.

Tang Qing laughed lowly again, took a step back, and pushed the little girl back to the living room to play by herself.

It's back to the kitchen.

Without Qinghui being trick-or-treating beside him, a meal was quickly made.

After eating, the little girl began to feel sleepy.

The little milk cat had already found a place to sleep.

Tang Qing had just set an alarm clock for Qinghui for the afternoon class, and turned his head to let her sleep well.

I saw the little girl holding her star bottle, already curled up on the sofa, her body exposed to the sun, and she fell asleep with her eyes closed.

With a soft little appearance, Tang Qing couldn't help but smile.

Snow-white fingertips poked out and gently touched the glass bottle.

Just like this so much?

But cuddling to sleep is a bit too much, isn't it?

I don't feel panicked.

Thinking to himself, he pinched the neck of the glass bottle with his fingertips, trying to pull it out of the little girl's arms.

It was only two strokes.

The little girl, who seemed to have fallen asleep, opened her eyes and looked at him in a daze.

Tang Qing's hand moved, and he was just about to make some excuses for his childish behavior of competing with the glass bottle for favor just now.

I saw that the little girl's body trembled slightly, but this time she took the initiative to put down the glass bottle and drill into his arms.

Outside, cold.

It's still more important to find a stove.

Tang Qing, who had been acting as a heater for the little girl for a long time, was suddenly thrown into the arms of the little girl.

For a moment, there seemed to be a sense of helplessness in the hand.

The corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he looked down at the little girl's cheek.

Half of the little girl's face was buried in his arms, her breath was soft, and she looked obediently leaning.

In the afternoon, the sun is warm, the cat sleeps, and people lean.

It was an indescribable feeling that made Tang Qing finally give up the option of letting the little girl go to bed.

Take the air-conditioned blanket next to it and wrap it around the little girl's body.

He sighed, and unconsciously closed his eyes.