(I felt ache inexplicably, and it hurts, but I don’t know what happened. It’s been four days. It’s so painful that I can’t sleep, eat, and sit still. I wonder, is it that I’m going to sacrifice? Is the deadline coming? It’s so tormenting.)

Lao Xu shook his head and lit the steering wheel, and drove the car to the wholesale market.

He hasn't seen anyone who makes money like this, how can the child's requirements be met?

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

The little girl sat happily in the back seat, handed over the 500 yuan that Aunt Sun had just given to Zhang Yanming, and spread her hands and gestured: "In the morning, that Aunt Feng was 200 yuan, Grandma Sun was 500 yuan. And the old man in every family was 200 yuan. How much is it? Ten hundred yuan?"

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

The little girl was stunned. Source of this article: Bokan Novel Network. I thought for a long time: "But, this is to be put to my father to make money."

"Don't dad have to keep his money for money?"

"Then, buy a little less?"

Zhang Yanjun turned his head and said, "Xiaoyue, don't listen to him coaxing you. He is a father. It's time to buy you something."

"But, I have money."

"Is it good for us to do this? Now my dad and the master buy it for you. I'll buy it for us after you make a lot of money, okay?"

"Okay." The little girl agreed very happily: "There are grandparents, old uncles, and grandma Sun."

"Why is Grandma Sun still there?"

"She, she, give me more." The little girl ordered the five hundred dollars.

Several people laughed, which was too realistic.

I went to the wholesale market to buy two big bags of things...boko                                                                                                                      �

Zhang Yanming sat in the back seat with the little girl in his arms, wiping her mouth while holding her, staring at her without plastering oil everywhere. After all, he was a three-year-old baby. No matter how smart he was, he didn't have that strong ability to control himself.

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

"Yes, you can also have fried chicken, pork chops, fried steaks, or lamb chops. Do you want to eat them?"

"Where is the fish steak?"

"Okay, there are eggplant, eggplant, and potato steak."

The little girl smiled: "Can sweet potatoes be okay?"

"Sweet potatoes are not good, they will become soft as soon as they are fried. Ning Xinan remembers to read this site for favorites. The update here is really fast. It has become a ball. Hey, go back and try it. I have never made it." Zhang Yanming thought for a while, it is okay to pull out the silk, but it is impossible to make the fried steak. But it must be soft when it is fried.

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

Zhang Yanjun smiled and said, "What are your grandfather's things that I can cook before? We ate them when we were young."

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

Zhang Yanming smiled and said, "I am your father. Now I am holding you like this and buying delicious food for you. When I was a child, my grandfather was my father. I also hugged me like this and bought delicious food for me."

The little girl nodded, not understanding: "Where is that big guy?"

"Big, the old uncle is all the sons of grandpa."

"Then, why am I alone? Grandpa has his brother and younger brother, and dad has it too. Brother and younger brother, what about mine? Where did you hide it?"...

The car silenced, and then he burst into laughter, making the little girl laugh for no reason.

"It's just what you hid it for. I've asked, Grandma. Grandma said she had to care about Dad."

Zhang Yanming looked at Zhang Yanjun in front of him: "Uh. This is right, you didn't have a younger brother when you were three years older, and your father didn't have that at that time. You have to grow up a little longer."

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

"If you don't believe me, please ask the master if he has a younger brother when he was three years old."

"Is there?" Zhang Yanjun turned his head and said.

"Would you be four years old?"

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

The little girl frowned: "Why?"

"This matter... I have to ask your dad, he is the second child, and I can't help him if he doesn't come. Ask him why he doesn't come?"

Old Xu laughed and felt that this family was really interesting.

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

"Uh. Source of this article: Bokan Novel Network. This one has to look at whether the older one is sensible. You were ignorant at that time, so you didn't let me come. Later, when he became sensible, his father came. Then when his father became sensible, his uncle came."

"Then I, then I'm sensible."

"I said this to be impossible, but I didn't have the final say. The white-haired old man in the sky has the final say."

"Where is he?" The little girl lay down on the window and looked into the sky: "Who is he?"

"The god is the old man under the moon, referred to as the old man."

"Then," the little girl was watching this matter.

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

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

"Just that, do you see it on the top of the mountain?" The two of them lay down and looked for it seriously. Zhang Yanjun said, "Please put away the chicken legs in her hand...boko                                                                                                       

Zhang Yanming took off the girl's chicken legs that had been chewed halfway through her hand, turned over the wrapped paper bag and plastic bag, and wiped her hands with a tissue.

There were wet wipes in the Hongkong Congee Shop, which surprised Zhang Yanming, but it happened to be used to apply oil.

After wiping it clean, it still smelled a little 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 my hand, not chicken legs, it's not delicious."

"It can be eaten, it tastes delicious, you can smell it yourself to see if it smells fragrant."

The little girl put her little hand under her nose and smelled it: "Oh, the smell of chicken legs."

"Is it possible to eat?"

"Hello, can't eat it, it's not delicious."

"How come the chicken legs smell like? Look at the chicken legs, this is the flavor when they are cooked and can be eaten."

The little girl put her little hand in her mouth and bit her: "You can't eat it. Ning Xinan remembers to read this site for favorites. It's really fast and it hurts."

"Is that so? What's going on? Do you have to fry it in oil?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then smelled her hands again: "Can you eat it by frying it?"

Zhang Yanjun said: "Erming, are you a tiger? What if she believes it, she really puts her hands into the oil?"

Zhang Yanming asked Zhang Xiaoyue: "Can you put your hands into the oil pan?"

The little girl shook her head: "No, then, then I have no hands anymore. I don't want to do it, Daddy's bad guy, Ignore you."

"Are you angry?"

"snort."

"It's a waste of buying you so many delicious foods."

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

The car was quiet. After a while, the little girl pulled Zhang Yanming: "Dad, will Niu Niu treat me and my hands as chicken legs?"

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

"What if I can do? I smell it myself and I'm greedy."

"It's okay. When you get home, you'll wash it with soap. You can't grab the food with your hands in the future. If you grab it, you'll get the flavor."
Chapter completed!