(I have an inexplicable pain in my heart and chest, and I don’t know what’s going on. It’s been four days. The pain is so severe that I can’t sleep, eat, or sit still. I’m thinking, am I going to die? Is the time limit coming? It’s too torturous. .)

Lao Xu shook his head, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the wholesale market.

He has never seen someone making money like this. How can the child's requirements be met?

"Dad, that's a lot of money."

The little girl happily sat in the back seat and handed the five hundred yuan that Aunt Sun had just given to Zhang Yanming's hand. She opened her two little hands and gestured: "That Aunt Feng in the morning was two hundred yuan, and Grandma Sun was five hundred yuan." And that uncle in my family has two hundred yuan. How much is it? Ten hundred yuan?"

"You are so rich and you still want me to spend money to buy delicious food? Why don't you buy it yourself?"

The little girl was stunned and thought for a long time: "But this is going to be put in dad's place to make money."

"Then dad's money shouldn't be kept to make money, right?"

"Then, buy a little less?"

Zhang Yanjun turned his head and said, "Xiao Yue, don't let him coax you. He is your father and he should buy you things."

"But Dad, I have money."

"How about we do this? Dad and Dad will buy it for you now, and then you can buy it for us when you make a lot of money, okay?"

"Okay." The little girl agreed happily: "There are also grandparents, and uncle. And there is grandma Sun."

"Why is there still Grandma Sun?"

"She, she, gave me a lot." The little girl nodded at the five hundred yuan.

Several people laughed, this was too realistic.

Went to the wholesale market and bought two big bags of stuff. Then we went to the station and bought a fried chicken drumstick for the little girl to chew on. Then they headed back home.

Zhang Yanming sat in the back seat with the little girl in his arms, wiping her mouth and supporting her, watching her not to smear oil everywhere. After all, she is still a three-year-old baby. No matter how smart she is, she is not that strong. Self-control ability.

"Dad, can you make such delicious chicken legs?"

"Yes. I can also fry chicken, pork chops, pan-fried steak, or lamb chops. Do you want to eat them?"

"Where's the fish steak?"

"Okay, you can also have eggplant, eggplant steaks, and potato steaks."

The little girl laughed: "Can sweet potatoes be used?"

"It doesn't work for sweet potatoes. Once fried, they become soft and turn into a ball. Hey, I'll try it when I go back. I haven't done it yet." Zhang Yanming thought for a moment. It's OK to cut into strips, but it won't work to make fried steak. But it will definitely be fried. It's soft.

"Grandpa can make cherry meat. It's sour and sweet, and it's super delicious."

Zhang Yanjun laughed: "What is something your grandpa can make that your dad and I haven't eaten before? We have eaten it since we were kids."

The little girl was stunned for a moment: "When you were children, did you have a grandpa at that time?"

Zhang Yanming said with a smile: "I am your father. I am holding you like this and buying you delicious food. When I was a child, my grandfather was my father and he would hold me like this and buy me delicious food."

The little girl nodded, seeming to understand: "What about the big one?"

"Dad, uncles are all grandpa's sons."

"Then, why am I alone? Grandpa has an older brother and a younger brother, and so does my father. My elder brother and younger brother, where are I? You, where are you hiding?"

There was silence in the car, and then he burst out laughing, making the little girl laugh inexplicably.

"You hid it. I asked about it, grandma. Grandma said you have to worry about what dad wants."

Zhang Yanming looked at Zhang Yanjun in front of him: "Uh, well, you didn't have a younger brother when you were three years older, and your father didn't have one either, so you have to grow up a little bit."

"I don't believe it. You didn't even look at me when you said it."

"If you don't believe me, ask your dad if he had a younger brother when he was three years old."

"Yes?" Zhang Yanjun turned around and said.

"That's when you were four, okay?"

"Oh, yes." Zhang Yanjun nodded and said to the little girl: "As old as you, I really don't have a younger brother."

The little girl frowned: "Why?"

"You have to ask your dad about this matter. He is the second oldest, and there is nothing I can do if he doesn't come. Can you ask him why he doesn't come?"

Lao Xu just laughed and felt that this family was really interesting.

"Why?" The little girl reached out and held Zhang Yanming's face to make him look at her.

"Well, well, it depends on whether the older one is sensible. When you were older, you were still ignorant, so you wouldn't let me come. Later, when he became sensible, my father came. Then, when my father became sensible, my uncle came. .”

"Then I, then I am sensible."

“It’s up to you to decide whether you can do this or not. It’s up to the white-haired old man in the sky to have the final say.”

"Where is he?" The little girl leaned against the window and looked up at the sky: "Who is he?"

"My god, Old Man Yuexia, or Yuelao for short."

"Well," the little girl finally paid attention to this matter.

Zhang Yanming quickly diverted her attention: "Look outside, look at the mountain. Does it look like there is someone standing there?"

"Where is it?" The little girl turned her head and looked out, looking for it seriously.

"That's it, on the top of the mountain, do you see it?" The two men lay there and started looking for it seriously. Zhang Yanjun said: "You put the chicken legs in her hands away. They must be unable to chew them. Don't touch them. There’s oil everywhere.”

Zhang Yanming took the half-eaten chicken leg out of the girl's hand, turned over the paper bag and plastic bag and wrapped it up, and wiped her hands with a tissue.

Zhang Yanming was a little surprised that there were wet wipes in the Hongkong Porridge shop, but they were just for wiping oil.

After wiping it clean, it still smelled like chicken, so Zhang Yanming took a bite.

The little girl retracted her hand and looked at Zhang Yanming with a smile: "I, I, this is a hand, not a chicken leg, it doesn't taste good."

"It's edible. It's delicious. Smell it yourself and see if it smells good."

The little girl put her little hand under her nose and smelled it: "Yeah, it smells like chicken drumsticks."

"Are you ready to eat?"

"Gee, you can't eat it, it doesn't taste good."

"Then why does it taste like chicken drumsticks? Look at the chicken drumsticks. It tastes like this when it is cooked and can be eaten."

The little girl doubtfully put her little hand to her mouth and bit it: "You can't eat it, it hurts."

"Really? What's going on? Does it have to be deep-fried?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and then smelled her little hand: "You can eat it once you fry it?"

Zhang Yanjun said: "Er Ming, are you a tiger? What if she really puts her hand in the oil if she believes it?"

Zhang Yanming asked Zhang Xiaoyue: "Can you? Can you put your hand in the oil pan?"

The little girl shook her head: "No, then, then I have no hands. I won't do it, daddy is a bad guy. I will ignore you."

"Are you angry?"

"snort."

"I bought you so many delicious things for free."

"Then, I'll just be angry for a while."

The car became quiet. After a while, the little girl asked Zhang Yanming: "Dad, will Niu Niu use my hands as drumsticks?"

Zhang Yanming was stunned for a moment: "Can't you?"

"What if it happens? I'm so greedy just by smelling it."
Chapter completed!