For lunch, because he was in a good mood, Jiang Ruyi cooked it very heartily.

A dish of pig's trotters stewed lotus root, bacon fried with coconut white, cold mixed with kelp shreds, stir-fried broccoli, and fried a plate of French fries for Xu Qibao.

After steaming a pot of rice, she ate two bowls, and the rest was killed by Qibao.

Putting down the chopsticks, Xu Qibao hugged his stomach and shouted that it was too strong.

Jiang Ruyi hurriedly took out the big hawthorn balls and coaxed him to eat half of them.

After washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, Jiang Ruyi dragged Qibao out in circles again.

He had eaten too much today, and although he had already eaten hawthorn pills to help digestion, she was still worried that he would accumulate food.

Once the child accumulates food, it is a troublesome matter, and the fever will be severe.

Xu Qibao held her hand and jumped all the way, looking very happy.

Halfway through, Xu Qibao suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Mom, it's over." ”

Jiang Ruyi stopped and looked down at him: "What's wrong?" ”

"I haven't done the homework assigned by our teacher yet."

"What manual work?"

"The teacher gave each of us a piece of cloth and asked us to sew sandbags under the supervision of our parents," Xu Qibao looked depressed, "You said that I can't even take a needle as a big man, how can I sew sandbags?" ”

Jiang Ruyi smiled: "I will." ”

"That's great, Ruyi, you can sew it for me."

"No problem, now?"

"Uh-huh, right now."

Xu Qibao pulled Jiang Ruyi to the Qingyuan next door, and when he was halfway through, Jiang Ruyi suddenly stopped.

She asked Xu Qibao, "Is your father at home?" ”

Xu Qibao's eyes rolled: "Not here." ”

"Oh, let's go."

But the lie was soon exposed.

As soon as he entered his living room, Jiang Ruyi saw a man walking down the stairs, dressed in dark home clothes, with his hands in his bag, slowly descending from the stairs, with an indifferent and detached expression on his handsome face.

Suddenly, Jiang Ruyi had the urge to turn around and leave.

But she endured it alive.

She raised her eyes to look at him, pulled the corners of her lips, and greeted politely: "Fourth uncle." ”

Xu Zhongbei went down the stairs, his eyes swept her lightly, and when he passed by her, a faint 'um' escaped from his nose.

He went straight to the restaurant and didn't make any stops.

Jiang Ruyi is very sensitive herself, and Xu Zhongbei's indifference makes her feel indescribably embarrassed and at a loss.

Fortunately, Xu Qibao took her hand and dragged her upstairs: "Let's go, Ruyi." ”

Jiang Ruyi followed him up the stairs, and when she reached the second floor, she asked Qibao with a wrinkled face: "Didn't you say that your father was not at home?" ”

Xu Qibao looked indifferent: "I guess I just came back." ”

Jiang Ruyi was skeptical: "Really? ”

Xu Qibao looked calm: "You are so cute, how can I bear to lie to you?" ”

“......”

Why didn't she believe it?

......

Handicraft is Jiang Ruyi's strength, the fabric is ready-made, the sand and gravel are found by Qibao for Xiao Hei, and the needlework is for the maid Qin Ma.

In less than an hour, a punching bag was ready.

Xu Qibao was holding the freshly baked sandbag, jumping happily.

"Ruyi, you're amazing, you can do anything."

Jiang Ruyi picked up the remaining fabric and sewed a little mouse for Qibao, which provoked Xu Qibao to kiss and nibble on her, the two had a good time, and the door was suddenly pushed open......

"What's the fuss?"

The voice was neither high nor low but quite stern, so frightened that Xu Qibao let go of Jiang Ruyi and stood aside obediently.

Jiang Ruyi raised his eyes and looked at the man standing at the door, the smile on his face froze slightly, and then when he touched his frowning brow, he immediately put it away.

She also stood up, her eyelashes drooping: "Shippo asked me to make him a punching bag, I'm done, now it's okay I'll go." ”