The doors of the main and side rooms creaked almost simultaneously.

Mei Cuiping opened the door and came out to meet Yun Aiguo father and son, and suddenly had a ghostly expression.

Yun Aiguo's father and son saw her come out of the room, and they also had a ghostly expression.

"Dad, Yongcheng, you just got up?"

Yun Aiguo's father and son nodded neatly.

"I just woke up, what's the smell of the kitchen? Could it be Mianmian's child? ”

Mei Cuiping patted her thigh, and hurriedly pulled her legs and walked towards the kitchen.

"It's dangerous in the kitchen, go and see it, lest the kid hurt himself."

Yun Aiguo's father and son followed nervously.

The three of them hurriedly walked to the kitchen door, and Yun Mian happened to be holding a spatula and struggling to stir up the stewed potato gnocchi soup.

I saw the little girl stepping on the stool, her movements were struggling, her forehead was sweaty, and her pink little face was stained with some pot ash, but she didn't hurt herself with good hands and feet.

The three people standing in the doorway breathed a sigh of relief neatly.

Yun Aiguo and his wife were so moved in their hearts.

Such a young child actually got up early in the morning to make breakfast for them!

"Grandparents, grandparents, and uncles, you wake up, breakfast is ready."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yun Mian raised her head and looked at the door, and saw her grandparents and father, her dirty little face smiling like a flower.

Yun Yongcheng touched Yun Mian's gaze, his heart seemed to be hit by something, and he suddenly felt so sad.

How much hardship did a six-year-old child have to endure to make a meal on a stool?

"Oh, when did you wake up, kid? How not to wake up grandma when you wake up. ”

Afraid that Yun Mian would be burned, Mei Cuiping hurriedly crossed the threshold and walked to the earthen stove to take the spatula in Yun Mian's hand.

"Your head is as tall as our earthen stove, how dangerous it is to get up early in the morning to cook, grandma doesn't need you to help cook, what do you want to eat in the future, tell grandma, grandma will cook it for you."

Later!

Grandma is moved by compassion and is ready to keep her?

Mei Cuiping's broken words made Yun Mian's heart secretly happy.

She simply wanted to cook a meal for her grandparents, and she even had unexpected gains.

"Yongcheng, what are you still doing there, your little face is dirty and dirty, you hurry in and get a basin of water to wipe her face."

Mei Cuiping didn't pay attention to Yun Mian's expression at the moment, and while busy putting the gnocchi in the bowl, she arranged for Yun Yongcheng to fetch water for Yun Mian to wash her face.

Yun Yongcheng walked in, directly reached under Yun Mian's armpit with both hands, picked Yun Mian up from the bench, and then put Yun Mian on the ground.

As a pseudo-cute treasure, Yun Mian's face suddenly turned red.

"Dad, you eat slowly, no one will rob you."

During the meal, Yun Aiguo held the bowl much faster than usual.

Early in the morning, the stomach had just woken up, and Mei Cuiping was afraid that he would choke on him.

Yun Aiguo didn't realize how wolf-eating he was, this morning's potato gnocchi soup was so delicious, he subconsciously pushed it into his mouth.

Mei Cuiping reminded that his action of picking up rice slowed down, raised his head and glanced at the dough sitting next to his wife, and said vaguely: "The gnocchi soup made by Mianmian is too fragrant and delicious, it is better than your grandmother's cooking, grandpa likes it." ”

If Yun Aiguo had said this in front of Mei Cuiping in his spare time, Mei Cuiping would have kicked him under the table.