"Mommy, why did you buy so many snacks today?"

at home.

Yan Qingqing had just come back from kindergarten and picked up Yao'er.

Yao'er saw that the coffee table was full of all kinds of snacks, and her big eyes were full of gluttony.

She put down her small bag and quickly rushed to the coffee table.

Yan Qingqing knew that she would be like this, in the memory of the silly girl, Yao'er was a standard snack.

For snacks and the like, there is no resistance at all.

Yan Qingqing hurriedly stopped Yao'er from taking snacks, and said lightly: "Now obediently go and review your homework, otherwise you are not allowed to eat." ”

Yao'er pursed her little mouth and was reluctant to withdraw her little hand.

Yan Qingqing saw this scene and smiled slightly, the stupid girl's trick really worked.

Just let you see and not eat, unless you complete the task.

Yan Qingqing touched Yao'er's little head and said, "Go and review, not only can you eat snacks after the review, but Mommy will also take you out to eat delicious food." ”

"Delicious?" Yao'er's big eyes lit up: "Okay, okay!" ”

Her dripping eyes rolled again: "Mommy, I want to eat hot pot!" ”

"Okay, provided you review it carefully." Yan Qingqing responded, in fact, she also had some expectations in her heart.

Speaking of which, in the memory of the silly girl, the food in China seems to be very good.

In her previous life, she ate all the delicacies of the sea, but she hasn't eaten much Chinese food.

"Yao'er, why don't you go to review?" While Yan Qingqing was thinking about it, she couldn't help but ask when she saw Yao'er still standing in front of her.

"Mommy, that fat uncle, is it really scared of you?"

Yan Qingqing was slightly stunned, and immediately remembered that when she picked up Yao'er from kindergarten, the middle-aged man in the neighbor met her again.

The middle-aged man still had a bandage around his neck, and it was obvious that he would not be able to heal in a short time.

So much so that the middle-aged man saw Yan Qingqing so frightened that he dodged and dodged.

At that time, Yao'er was very curious, so Yan Qingqing said casually that she was afraid of her.

"yes, remember the day before yesterday and last night when you were woken up? It was the fat uncle who knocked on the wrong door and wanted to break in, but was slapped away by Mommy. Yan Qingqing said.

"Wow! Mommy is amazing! More manly than manly! Yao'er looked at Yan Qingqing with admiration.

"Yes, Mommy is amazing, so Mommy won't let you be bullied in the future. Okay, you review and go. ”

Yan Qingqing said with a smile, in fact, she didn't say a word, I am a man!

She looked at Yao'er seriously, reciting the pinyin she learned today, and nodded secretly, knowledge is still very important, even in the cultivation of immortals.

How many illiterate immortal cultivators have missed too many opportunities.

For example, she once entered a monument. Many immortal cultivators didn't notice that it was an inconspicuous bamboo slip.

There are several symbols engraved on the exterior of the bamboo slips, which are actually ancient characters.

At that time, Yan Qingqing had studied the ancient characters, and recognized at a glance that it was the lost Zhuxian Sword Formation in the Ten Thousand Realms of Cultivating Immortals.

With the Zhuxian Sword Array, she killed an Immortal Emperor.

This is the loss of having no culture.

Yao'er was reviewing her homework, and Yan Qingqing was not idle and began to cultivate.

……

At six o'clock in the evening, the lights are on.

Yan Qingqing took Yao'er's little hand and walked out of the community.

The streets crisscross with all kinds of neon colors.

Yan Qingqing's face was indifferent, but Yao'er seemed to be a different person, looking left and right curiously, asking questions from east to west.

In the end, she took Yan Qingqing's hand and walked around.

If Yao'er is barely a quiet and well-behaved baby at home, then after she goes outside, she is like a naughty ghost who 'leaps by the sea and jumps, and the sky is high for the birds to fly'.

"Mommy, Mommy, hurry up! The hot pot restaurant is coming! Yao'er was in front, holding Yan Qingqing's hand vigorously while walking forward, looking extremely excited.

Yan Qingqing's indifferent face rarely showed helplessness.

Suddenly, for some reason, Yao'er didn't pull her, but stood in place.

"Yao'er, what's wrong?" Yan Qingqing stepped forward and asked.

Yao'er pointed to a remote corner of the street and whispered, "Mommy, why don't we go to the hot pot restaurant and eat at the old grandfather and grandmother?" ”

Well?

Yan Qingqing took the opportunity to look over, it was a pair of elderly and white-haired old men, who were setting up a roadside stall in the corner.

They sell soup powder, noodles, and the like.

Although no one cared about it at this time, the old grandfather and grandmother snuggled up to each other, and the old face was full of happy smiles.

Yan Qingqing's eyes were slightly condensed, the roadside stall where she ate last night was here.

Last night, it was Yan Qingqing who was troublesome and ate at this roadside stall at will.

Then Yan Qingqing saw this old couple, they were very affectionate, even if they were sixty or seventy years old, they were as sweet as they had just fallen in love.

The wounds in her heart seemed to be healed somewhat.

The old couple seemed to be able to see that Yan Qingqing had been injured and took the initiative to talk to her.

Yan Qingqing naturally wouldn't tell them, but the old couple was very talkative, and she also learned that they had three children in common.

But a few years ago, my youngest son fell ill and collapsed in bed and couldn't work. At the beginning, the eldest son and the second daughter took turns to help, and they didn't care about it later, and they were directly handed over to the old couple to take care of, and occasionally gave some living expenses.

That little living expenses are a little insignificant for the youngest son's money to buy medicine. So the old couple can only go back to their old business and set up a roadside stall here.

Sometimes fate is like this, not as good as poetry.

"Yao'er is so sensible." Yan Qingqing touched Yao'er's head and took Yao'er over directly.