The next morning.

"You two call daddy together..."

Da Yue and Xiao Yue said at the same time: "Daddy...!"

"The two babies are great, let's continue to call you mother..."!

The two little girls called out "Mother" at the same time. Yang Donglai and Da Ya agreed repeatedly and were very happy.

Next, he taught his two daughters how to call uncle and aunt, and said that when Erya Xiaowen comes back, he will give them a big surprise.

Since the two little girls started to learn to speak, their pronunciation and enunciation have become more and more proficient, almost one at a time. Even walking is getting better day by day. How can they not make the couple happy.

Da Ya was just going to the kitchen to cook.

A person came outside the gate, it was Ma Xiuyu.

Moreover, she was dragging a large bundle wrapped in oil paper in her hand.

"Sister-in-law, I heard that the village chief came back yesterday. Because he was too busy with business yesterday, he didn't bother to come here. I brought the steamed buns and fried dough sticks that were just baked this morning for you to try!"

Yang Donglai, who was in the room, heard the sound and came out with his two daughters.

The two refused repeatedly, so Daya had no choice but to accept it. Yang Donglai also made a face, saying that he would not do it again.

He also took two fried dough sticks and gave each of his two daughters to break half of them, while he took a big bite of the other one.

"Well, yes, these fried dough sticks really taste like this."

"Hey, village chief, do you know these are fried dough sticks?" Ma Xiuyu had an incredulous expression.

Just because since Ma Xiuyu made fried dough sticks, no one, including himself, had ever seen this kind of breakfast before. Unexpectedly, his village chief recognized it immediately, as if he had eaten it before.

Yang Donglai felt that he had spilled the beans, so he pretended to whisper: "Don't tell others. In fact, this is what the patron saint of our village told me."

"Ah, village chief, the patron saint of our village also told you!"

Ma Xiuyu's face was full of seriousness, and she also whispered: "Village Chief, in fact, all the cooking skills I have learned now were passed down to me by the patron saint of our village!"

Yang Donglai pretended to be in disbelief: "Oh! So that's it. Well, sister Xiuyu, you must seize this opportunity and don't let down the painstaking efforts of the patron saint of our village! Work hard and struggle, I'm optimistic about you too!"

"

Ma Xiuyu nodded excitedly, thinking that the village chief had also received the skills from the patron saint.

But the village chief gave this opportunity to make a fortune to her, Ma Xiuyu, instead of doing it himself. Thinking of this, Ma Xiuyu felt filled with gratitude.

Yang Donglai asked her some more about her recent business, and Ma Xiuyu talked excitedly, talking about her own stall, the good-scented hodgepodge stall, and how the business was booming, etc.

Especially the new delicacy called youtiao, the street is packed with people passing by it every morning, and even the neighbors in the village have a lot of repeat customers.

Yang Donglai listened from beginning to end, seeing that Ma Xiuyu was now a strong woman, and finally encouraged her again and again.

"Daddy, eat, eat...!"

Or maybe the two little girls were hungry, but they still felt that the fried dough sticks tasted good. Two pairs of little hands full of oil were pulling his clothes eagerly.

"Haha! The two babies still want to eat fried dough sticks. Okay, let's go to the kitchen, and daddy will give them to you for breakfast!"

late at night.

After putting his two daughters to sleep, Yang Donglai came to another room and looked at the spray bottle on the table.

As an object sprays out.

It's strange, did you make a mistake? Even the hair is sprayed out, but it's still khaki.

No, this has nothing to do with hair.

Yang Donglai held the hair in his hand and studied it carefully. He felt that there was a special, unknown power in it, which seemed to be related to the spiritual power of the soul, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Whoosh!

"not good!"

When you want to try one by one through mana and soul power, and then study it in depth.

The root of the hair was directly stuck on his forehead. I don't know whether it was good or bad, but it frightened him.

"Hey, it really hurts!"

When he wanted to pull the hair out of his head, it was difficult.

When pulled, the whole scalp felt painful and uncomfortable, as if roots were firmly fixed in the flesh and blood of the forehead.

I originally thought I was feeling unwell, but I didn't feel anything, so in the end I had to do that.

The next morning.

He first touched his head and felt nothing uncomfortable, and finally put his mind at ease.

"I'm starving, I'm starving, look for something to eat, hurry up and find something to eat!"

"Hey, whose children were talking in our yard this morning, and how did they get in?"

As soon as I dressed my two daughters, I heard the sound of a large group of children talking outside, which felt a little strange.

"There are no children talking. Did you hear it wrong?"

Da Ya had a strange look on her face, and her two daughters also looked at their father and then looked out the door, as if they also wanted to hear clearly.

"I'm starving, I'm starving. Find something to eat quickly. Where can I find something delicious?"

"Da Ya, listen, can't you hear the voices of so many children?" Yang Donglai was even more surprised than she was.

Daya glared at him fiercely: "Stop making trouble, I have to cook for the children. You can take them to play."

After Da Ya finished speaking, she opened the door and went to the kitchen.

Yang Donglai also hurriedly came to the yard and looked around, and then his face was filled with confusion. How could there be any children?

But that's not right, there is clearly a child's voice in my head, it seems to be coming from above.

He subconsciously raised his head following the direction of the sound.

"Holy shit, how is this possible!" He, who has always been steady, swore directly.

Looking up at the eaves of the big trees above, I was stunned with my mouth open.

Just because those voices in my head were finally confirmed to be all uttered by the chirping birds!

"I'm starving. Have you found anything to eat? Where can I find something to eat?"

All the birds in the flock spoke these languages ​​into his mind, so it was strange that this kind of thing happened to him and it calmed him down.

"Daddy, bird bird, fly, fly

."

The two daughters looked at their father looking at the flying birds, raising their little heads and pointing with their fingers.

"Daughter, don't run around now. Daddy will be here soon."

After Yang Dong finished speaking, he ran directly to the kitchen, grabbed a large handful of millet grains, and ran out again without saying a word.

"What happened to you this morning? What did you do with those fine raw millet grains?" Daya from behind shouted angrily, but there was no response.

Yang Donglai scattered a handful of millet grains directly on the open space in the yard.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly, there is something to eat, there is something to eat!"

As one or two small birds landed and pecked the millet grains into their mouths, one after another, a large group of birds descended on the yard and ate like crazy.

"Daddy, little bird, eat, eat!"

Big Moon and Little Moon looked at so many birds and danced happily.

"Everyone, eat quickly, everyone, eat quickly, it smells so delicious!"

The chirping of a group of birds seemed to be translated into human language information in his mind.

"So that's it, haha, I finally understand."

He subconsciously thought of something and picked out the khaki hair from his head with a look of joy on his face.

Now he finally understood that hearing the chirping of birds must have something to do with his hair.

He looked at the group of birds again, and one of them was the fattest.

"Hey bird, can you understand what I'm saying?"
Chapter completed!