She pushed open her door, walked in, and closed the door casually, without giving Qifu a chance to speak.

Qifu stood at his own door for a while, and then walked lightly to the door of Bafu, clinker, without waiting for him to push the door, he saw Xiaobabao open the door, tilted his head, and looked at him quietly.

“……”

Awkward laughter.

"Brother Seven, you are smiling so ugly."

Zhengtai Xiaoba's milk said in a milky voice, and there was nowhere to put his hands and feet, and a certain brother with an embarrassed smile walked out of the door with his little short legs.

"Don't you read and study?"

Putting away his uncomfortable face, Qifu turned around and rubbed Zhengtai Xiaoba's head and asked.

"I like to read and learn, but I'm not a nerd who can only read."

The little eight babies raised their milk voices and walked towards the staircase: "I'll help my mother cook." ”

Qifu "tsk" twice, and said with a smile: "Little Eight is great, Brother Qi will give you a few praises." ”

Little Eight Baby turned his head, nodded his little head, and said seriously, "Thank you." ”

Qifu smiled and waved his hand: "No, no, no, you are always very outward......"

With a funny expression, he deliberately dragged out the end of the last word, looking at him like this, Xiao Babao shuddered, retracted his gaze, and left Qifu with a sentence: "Seventh brother, don't forget to take medicine." ”

“……”

Qifu couldn't cry or laugh: It has been his pleasure to tease Xiao Douding in the past few years, but it has become more and more difficult to tease in recent years!

Kitchen.

"Mother, I'll help you wash the vegetables."

Hearing the milk voice of her youngest son, Ye Xia's eyebrows were crooked, and she smiled and said, "No." ”

It's not as high as the pool, but he always wants to help her work, what a little angel.

"Then what should I do for my mother?"

Blinking his dark eyes, the little eight babies asked their mother in a glutinous voice.

"Watch cartoons, my mother cooks quickly, and we'll be able to start when your father comes back."

"Cartoons are childish, I don't like them."

Ye Xia turned off the faucet, put the washed vegetables in the draining basket, picked up the rag on the side and wiped his hands, turned around, bent down to eye level with his youngest son, and said with a soft smile:

"My mother knows that my little eight is a very smart and sensible child, I think my mother is hard, and I always want to help my mother do work and study, although my mother is very moved, and I am very proud of your self-motivation, but my mother is more distressed about our little eight, do you know why?"

The child shook his head and listened attentively to what his mother said:

"After all, you are only five years old, which is the age when you should play and make trouble, but you are not playing like other children, my mother sees it in her eyes and hurts in her heart, so ah, my mother hopes that our little eight can also be like the children in the yard, have their own little friends, and have fun every day."

The child frowned: "They are too noisy, I don't like it." ”

Ye Xia was speechless.

Seeing that the mother didn't make a sound for a long time, the little eight babies said in a milky voice: "I am very happy every day." ”

What else could Ye Xia say?

The high-IQ child is so unusual, straightened her waist, and rubbed the top of her youngest son's hair: "Then you can go to the living room to watch your favorite TV show, or you can go to practice the piano." ”

"Okay."

Little Eight nodded her little head cutely, then turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Looking at the straight back of the little guy, Ye Xia shook his head and smiled, feeling that it was really fun to see a miniature version of someone at home every day and inadvertently sell cute, walking back and forth at home.