Chapter 54 Gift

Lin Qiumo knew that he had to seize this opportunity so that they could treat him as a family, and maybe they would help him in the future.

And the best entry point is the little girl in front of her.

After waking up from the dream countless times, Lin Qiumo thought of the tragedy of his mother's death. In the dark night, he told himself that he must coax that little girl well the next day and let her rely on him.

But whenever he saw the little girl's big black and pure eyes, he couldn't say or do those pre-planned words and actions that made her rely on him more.

Touching the thin volume on his knee, Lin Qiumo smiled at the little girl, "I'll catch fish for you this afternoon."

"Seven Star Lake is frozen, how to catch fish?" Lin Chunnong waved his hand, "If you want to eat fish, ask brother to bring one from the town when he comes back from school tomorrow."

Lin Qiumo raised his hand and patted the little girl on the head, "I have a solution."

Fang Xiaocao, who was weaving brocade in the room, saw this scene and smiled.

Isn't this a pretty good kid? How can the villagers say that he doesn't know what's good?

At noon, Fang Xiaocao followed her husband's method and made a pot of tomato fish. The order of adding the ingredients and seasoning was the same, so the taste of her cooking was sour and salty.

Lin Chunxing frowned, and said he was full after eating only half a bowl.

Lin Qiumo was not picky at all, and ate two steamed buns with soup.

Fang Xiaocao looked at Lin Qiumo, more satisfied, then looked at the picky daughter, and said, "What else do you want to eat?"

Lin Chunnong smiled and said, "Osmanthus cake."

After eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Lin Chunnong went to the house with her mother. The winter was short, and her mother would not let her take a nap, so she brought out a pure white plain crepe satin for her.

"Use this to learn." He brought an embroidery basket, took out a bamboo circle, and circled the piece of satin for his daughter.

Lin Chunnong sat there and watched carefully, and waited for her mother to circle and put the needle and thread at her hand before threading it with her own little hands.

"Mom, what should I embroider?"

Fang Xiaocao was preparing to make clothes this afternoon, and said with a smile, "You can embroider anything. If you start learning, you should embroider your name first."

Lin Chunnong replaced the emerald green silk thread on her hand with a black one, but after a quarter of an hour, seeing the black mass on the plain white satin, she stretched out her little hand suspiciously.

Obviously, she had already written with that pen a long time ago, how did she embroider it, something like this?
Fang Xiaocao put down the cut fabric, leaned over to take a look, and said with a smile, "You write it down before you embroider. Why didn't you inherit my ingenuity?"

Lin Chunnong glanced at his mother angrily, but still obeyed the instructions. He found the charcoal pencil that his mother often used to draw lines, wrote a few words next to the embroidered ball, and started to embroider with a needle.

Fang Xiaocao started to sew after cutting, and forgot about her daughter when she got busy. When she looked over again, the little girl was already lying on the table, sleeping like a piglet with her cheek pressed against the sheet.

Fang Xiaocao thought for a while, but without waking her daughter up, she got up and picked her up, stretched out the blanket with one hand, and put the child inside.

Lin Chunnong slept all afternoon. When Lin Chunxing came back from school, he put his schoolbag back in his room. He always remembered what he put in. When he entered the door, he could see that the drawer had been moved.

Open it, and the book he wrote before about all the firearms that can be made in this era is gone, and there are several fire and medicine formulas in it. When I wrote this, Lin Chunxing just wanted to see how many things could be made. .

He also did a small experiment in the laboratory, and he really had a bottom line after writing it.

However, he also understands that this book is definitely a killer weapon at this time, so it has been kept at the bottom of the drawer.

Lin Chunxing frowned, walked to his parents' room, and saw his younger sister sleeping on the small bed with a flushed face.

(End of this chapter)

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