"......" Peach's mother looked at her daughter helplessly, hey, they are all children, why is the difference so big. When Peaches is fine, I often help myself make dumplings, but when I wrap it out, it is the staggering look, and people have never wrapped it, and a perfect dumpling comes out as soon as I get started.

But after thinking about it again, after all, Peaches is only six years old, two years younger than Chenchen, and it is good to be able to make a crooked dumpling. Thinking about it like this, I suddenly felt much more comforted in my heart.

With Shen Mochen's help, the dumplings were wrapped very quickly, and after a while, the bamboo sticks were already full of round dumplings.

Peach's mother went to the dumplings very satisfied, leaving Peach and Shen Mochen in the house, staring wide-eyed.

"That...... Husband, are you still angry? Peaches glanced at Shen Mochen cautiously, and after thinking for a long time, it was up to her to break the silence.

"Hmph." Shen Mochen glanced at her, continued to pick up the reading textbook on the table, and read it seriously.

Touched the ash of the nose again.

Momoko rubbed her head stupidly, jumped off the chair, and went to help her mother in the kitchen.

After dinner, Peach's mother washed and brushed the two children, took a new quilt and spread it on Peach's bed, and began to urge the two of them to go to bed quickly.

"Children should go to bed early and wake up early!" Mom Momoko stood at the door of Peach's room with her hands on her hips, and said righteously, then went back to her room to watch TV.

Peach and Shen Mochen sat on the bed one by one, looking at each other.

Shen Mochen has the habit of reading books before going to bed, so he turned on the lamp, leaned on the head of the bed, and looked at the book in his hand seriously.

Peaches shrunk in the quilt, looking at the table lamp reflecting Shen Mochen's side face, his eyelashes were long, curly and curled, half-hanging down at the moment, leaving a halo in the eye sockets, his nose was very straight, he liked to purse his lips tightly when he read a book, Peaches looked at it, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Shen Mochen's gaze finally shifted from the book to Peach's sleeping face.

Her face is very fair, nested in the warm quilt at the moment, faintly revealing a hint of redness, her big round eyes are tightly closed on weekdays, the long and short eyelashes are trembling gently in her sleep, the ruddy little mouth is slightly open, looking very cute, and the even and long breath flows slowly from her slightly bulging nose.

"Stupid!" Shen Mochen's delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he whispered to the sleeping peach, after thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and pinched Peache's round cheek hard, her face felt slippery and soft, and when she pulled it hard, her originally pouting mouth was torn into a straight line.

Shen Mochen finally hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, turned off the lamp, and slept with his back to Peaches.

In a daze at night, he suddenly felt that something kept drilling into his bed, Shen Mochen turned over, and was hugged by Peaches, and a pair of small feet climbed up to him without accident.

Not again.

Shen Mochen rolled his eyes helplessly, used his hands and feet together, and pulled off the peaches stuck to his body.

"Wow——!!" Unsurprisingly, the cry of the peach sounded in my ears again, which was particularly piercing in this silent night.