Mrs. Cultivation Notes

Chapter 25 What is this you wrote?
The sound of the little milk was cute, and the little hand involuntarily held the bowl tightly.Like a little milk dog protecting food!
Aunt Yuping glanced at Yan Qingchen's eyes, and immediately smoothed things over for her.

"Second Young Master, the most important thing is to have dinner with the old lady. It's rare for you to come over and try your favorite crystal shrimp dumpling. Is it delicious?" He meant to remind him that the old lady is getting old, so don't brush her mood in person.

Yan Qingchen didn't even know why he came here.

He remained silent, and simply bowed his head to eat.

Xiao Nuannuan quietly cast a sideways glance at Yan Qingchen, and then breathed a sigh of relief like a little adult.

Aunt Yuping couldn't help laughing, the little lady is really interesting.With such an interesting girl following her, the second young master must feel happier and less cold.

Xiaotuanzi finished his breakfast quickly, and just about to run away, he saw someone from Mrs. Yan's yard carrying things in.

She has eaten it a lot recently, so she naturally knows what it is.

His eyes lit up, brighter than the light bulbs in the room.

He stared straight at her, swallowed greedily, clenched his fists, his milky face was full of longing.

Mrs. Yan glanced at it, a little disgusted, "Who eats such sweet things so early in the morning?"

Xiaotuanzi was still watching eagerly, as if he was waiting for Mrs. Yan to say something, and serve it to Xiaotuanzi.

Yan Qingchen raised his eyes, "Bring it here!"

"Ah!" Xiao Nuannuan's heart collapsed, this big villain is a bully.

He watched helplessly as the cake was delivered to Yan Qingchen.

Mrs. Yan was a little puzzled, "You usually don't like these sweets!"

Yan Qingchen remained silent, frantically probing around the edge of the cake with the silver fork.

The silence between the two seemed to be a tug-of-war, with no room for compromise.

Xiao Nuannuan watched Yan Qingchen finish eating a piece of cake, holding back her greed, and there was not a single bite left.

Nuannuan's heart: Yan Qingchen is an old liar, and he also said that he doesn't like eating cakes, and he lost a whole piece, crying.

Yan Qingchen thought in his heart: This is not too sweet, it's a greasy thing.

The angry Xiao Nuan Nuan ran away in a hurry without even looking back.

While running, he scolded, "Big villain!"

When it was time to leave school in the evening, Xiao Nuannuan was still full of anger and sadness.

Holding the pen clumsily, he buried his head in writing, muttering to himself.

Xiaotuanzi is so pitiful, the poorest little girl.She hasn't eaten a bite of cake for three days, and now she is punished by her husband for writing, woo woo woo!

Mr. Duan next to him thought it was her hard work, and he was a little relieved with his hands behind his back, and wanted to praise her. "Oh, that's right. Although women are not as good as men, they have ambitions for the world. But at least you need to know something about piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and Fu."

Before he finished speaking, he happened to catch a glimpse of the words she handed over, and stopped in relief.

"Huh, nonsense, what are you writing about?"

"Words!" Xiaotuanzi pouted, looking weak and pitiful.

"I told you to write five sheets of paper! Not five words!" Mr. Duan was furious.

Xiaotuanzi stretched out his white and tender fingers, and counted carefully, "One, two, three, four, five, that's five!"

As if I counted correctly.

Mr. Duan was in a hurry, he slapped the paper on the table, looked at Dou Da's characters, "Who told you to write one word per page?"

Xiaotuanzi looked confused, feeling a little wronged, "But you didn't say you couldn't write one on a page!"

"I" Mr. Duan didn't expect that a dignified Tanhualang would be blocked by a baby boy, and he was short of breath for a while.

"You child, at such a young age, you already know how to steal, cheat, play tricks, and pretend to be clever. How can you do it when you grow up? Call your parents!" Mr. Duan felt that he couldn't explain clearly with a child as young as her.

(End of this chapter)