The eldest daughter of the group pet, she is full of luck

Chapter 155

"Xuan'er, be good, don't make trouble, it's rare for my sister to take a rest and sleep late."

Su Qingluo's ears hurt, he turned over helplessly, and continued to sleep.

"Sister, get up, Xuan'er is hungry and wants to eat."

Little Mengbao was not happy anymore, rubbing her sister's shoulders, and kept urging her.

Su Qingluo had a headache from his disturbance, sat up with a wail, looked at the troublesome little Mengbao, and suddenly lifted the quilt, covering the annoying little sticky essence inside.

"Woooooo."

Little Mengbao's eyes darkened, his mouth shrunk in shock, and he wanted to cry, his little arms and legs were kicking and kicking under the quilt.

"Hahaha."

Su Qingluo smiled happily, put on her clothes, jumped out of bed, and took the washbasin to the well to fetch water to wash her face.

When he returned to the room, the little Mengbao had already crawled out of the quilt, and his little eyes were red with aggrieved eyes. When he saw his sister coming in, he crawled over with hands and feet, hugged his sister, and curled up in her arms like a little quail.

Su Qingluo suppressed a smile, dressed him, wiped his face, combed his hair, took his little hand, and went to the living room for dinner.

When the little prince went hunting in the mountains, he couldn't be idle in the wind and rain. He also got up early in the morning to pack the hunting equipment in the yard.

Wang Meng came back with a set of punches, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his whole body was wet. He went back to his room, changed into some fresh clothes, and followed him into the living room.

Liu Po ​​and Li Xiu'e brought breakfast, white flour steamed buns, millet porridge, hard-boiled eggs, hot and sour radishes, and cabbage.

Wang Meng sat down, picked up the steamed buns and ate without a second thought.

Su Qingluo taught the little prince to peel the egg with a smile, and looked at his tender hands, which were whiter and more tender than a peeled egg, and couldn't help pinching them.

Little Mengbao doesn't like to eat egg yolks. After eating the egg whites, put the egg yolks in a bowl, scoop the porridge with a small spoon, and drink the rice porridge.

While drinking, I smashed the egg yolk and hid it in the porridge, trying to get away with it.

Su Qingluo knew all about his little tricks, smiled and pinched his cheeks, telling him to finish all the porridge.

The little cute baby whimpered and didn't want to drink the porridge at the bottom of the bowl. Taking advantage of his sister's inattention, he slipped off the small chair and ran out of the living room cheerfully.

"Mother, look at Xuan'er, she's playing tricks and doesn't eat egg yolks."

Su Qingluo helped his forehead helplessly, chased after him in a few steps, and slipped him back.

"Don't eat egg yolk, don't eat."

The little prince covered his mouth and twisted his body vigorously, trying to break free.

"It's fine if he doesn't like to eat. A child who has been pampered since he was a child is not like our country people, who can endure hardship."

Li Xiu'e watched the two siblings play with a smile. Thinking of the hard times before, she couldn't help expressing emotion: "When your brother was young, he couldn't even eat eggs, let alone white flour steamed buns. He ate sweet potatoes all day long, and his face was sallow."

"Did you hear that? When Brother Doudou was a child, he couldn't even eat white flour steamed buns. You still waste the egg yolk, so you have to finish it."

Su Qingluo turned her face on purpose, and followed her mother's words to reprimand Xiaomengbao: "I won't take you hunting if I don't finish eating."

"No, Xuan'er is going."

When he heard that he couldn't go hunting, the little prince stopped struggling, and looked at his sister pitifully with tears of grievance in his eyes.

"Come on, sister, open your mouth."

Su Qingluo picked up his small bowl, smashed the egg yolk with a small spoon, scooped the egg yolk porridge and stuffed it into his mouth.

The little prince pursed his mouth, and swallowed aggrievedly.

"Hey, take another bite."

Su Qingluo patiently fed him one small spoonful after another until the porridge in the bowl bottomed out and there was no drop left, then put down the spoon with a smile on his face, and wiped his mouth clean with a handkerchief.

　Thank you, Little Fairy xY, for the monthly pass for dyeing Zhuoyao.

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