Mi Bao was three and a half years old, and was favored by the big bosses in the capital

"I will eat well. Dalang, go back and eat." Yan Yan was anxious to eat noodles, and sent Dalang away.

Da Lang responded with a dry smile, turned around and left.

Yan Yan, who was busy eating, didn't notice that Da Lang left very slowly.

It has to be said that Da Lang is particularly able to understand his uncle's mood.

he……

Alas, forget it, anyway, he is not eating alone.

When he went back, seeing the faces of everyone eating noodles, Da Lang inexplicably felt very comforted.

Sure enough, sharing joys and sorrows is very reasonable.

He sat down, looked down at his bowl, and was stunned.

He served everyone's noodles, so he naturally remembered what was in his bowl just before he sent Yan Yan's noodles in.

So, now there is a big lump on the bowl, what's going on?

His gaze quickly swept across the faces of the others.

The first one locked on Shiro's face, "Fourth brother, did you do this?"

Shiro rolled his eyes, "I want to do it, but my father won't let me."

Dad won't let me?
Dad always treats everyone equally, if he refuses to let him go, then who put this big lump on it?
He glanced around again, and this time his eyes locked on Mi Bao's face.

Mi Bao held his own bowl, the bowl was not big, but Da Lang somehow felt that when she drank the soup, her face was almost buried in the bowl.

Very well, there is only one person doing this kind of thing, so dad will turn a blind eye.

Dalang picked up his chopsticks and tapped his bowl, "Mibao?"

Mi Bao raised her head and looked at him cautiously with her big eyes. She smiled sweetly, "Brother, my stomach is too small to eat so many noodles. Big brother grew up, and I chopped so many noodles in the morning. Lots of firewood, it's hard work, eat more, okay?"

Dalang: "..."

Before, he always thought that this younger sister was innocent and well-behaved, and also very sensible, but now, he felt that he had missed it.

It's true to be naive and well-behaved, and it's also true to be honest and sensible, but I didn't expect to be so good at talking.

Did it not show up before, or was it misleading?
He glanced at Shiro.

Shiro's back felt cold, he didn't know what was going on, he always felt that his elder brother's eyes were not kind.

He immediately sat up straight, "Brother, what do you mean by that look in your eyes?"

Da Lang used his chopsticks to stir the already slumped noodles, "It's nothing."

Shiro didn't believe it.

Dalang didn't care what Shiro thought, he mustered up the courage to pick up a big lump of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth, then he frowned.

really!Very unpalatable!
It's much worse than the ones I ate before. My aunt is "good at cooking"!

Shiro was staring at Dalang suspiciously at first, but now seeing his expression, he was suddenly happy.

Looking at his remaining half bowl of noodles, Shiro actually found it pleasing to the eye.

Of course, unpalatable is still the same unpalatable.

He scanned the people sitting around the table, and found that only his aunt and Xiao Ye, who was picked up by his sister, were eating without changing their expressions.

Tsk tsk, I heard before that my aunt's taste is not very good, I can't taste good or bad, I can understand, but this Ono, does it also have a bad taste?

Is it such a coincidence?
But if not, then the other party is really a ruthless person.

Shan Ye ate his noodles sullenly, and quickly finished the noodles and put down his chopsticks.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

This side was really unpalatable, if it wasn't for the worse food he had eaten in Qingshan Village before, and he was so hungry, he really couldn't eat it.

Su Wenxiu was secretly observing the boy who was picked up by his daughter, and was a little happy to see him eating so fast.

This is the second person who likes to eat her noodles so much, she immediately asked with a smile: "Xiao Ye, do you want me to serve you another bowl?"

Three shifts.