Four-and-a-half-year-old baby girl: My seven brothers spoiled me after I came down from the mountain

Chapter 369 Gifts
Two hours later, the big one and the little one lay facelessly on the ground. Zorridge puffed out his belly and let out a small burp. The little fat paw weakly waved, "Eat, I can't eat anymore."

The ingredients that the waitress brought to them just now have all been wiped out and all went into their stomachs.

"I can't do it either." Anya looked at the ceiling blankly, even a little envious of the starving people. At least she didn't have to experience the feeling of her stomach exploding.

In fact, she felt that spending money on gifts was not considered perfunctory as long as they were carefully selected.

It doesn’t have to be done by hand.

"No." Porridge climbed up with difficulty, took out a pill from the Lucky Hair and stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing this, Anya was startled, "What did you eat, porridge?"

Did she remember that everything she put there was poison?

As he ate the porridge, he said, "Xiaoshi pills, my new research, help digestion. I feel hungry after eating it for a while."

So amazing?

Anya breathed a sigh of relief and said curiously: "Give me a taste too."

"Okay, okay." Congee drew a circle on the ground and burned a bottle of Xiaoshi Pills for her.

Anya ate one, and sure enough, after a while, she no longer felt full. Her eyes lit up, she rolled up her sleeves and said, "Continue!"

"Yeah!" Zorridge also got up from the ground, humming and humming as he continued to cook, shouting slogans in his little mouth, "Eat it after you finish it, cook it after you finish it. As long as you can't die from eating it, eat it until you die."

Anya: "..." That's not necessary.

With the quick-acting version of Xiaoshi Wan, Congee Porridge, the two of them ate dozens more cakes, and finally made a passable one before dark.

Looking at the cake in front of her, Anya collapsed on the ground and wiped the sweat from her head.

Fortunately, they didn't have to make the cake dough themselves. If they had to start from scratch, how much food would they waste.

Porridge also sat down on the ground, looked at the cake, and laughed happily, "It's finally done!"

After thinking about it, she felt that this alone was not enough.

There always seems to be something missing.

She tilted her head and thought about it, yes, words!

Other cakes have words on them and beautiful little patterns painted on them.

She wants to paint too!

Thinking about it, she jumped up, held the strawberry jam in her little paws, and started drawing on the cake.

Before Anya had time to react, she saw that Zorridge had finished painting.

She looked down and was stunned for a moment.

She saw a layer of ghostly symbols on the cake that was originally passable. She said cautiously: "Porridge, this is..."

"We are a family." Congee happily clapped her little chubby hands and said, looking up at her, "Mom, do you look good?"

Anya's mouth twitched and she nodded with difficulty, "It looks good." That's weird.

She didn't want to recognize which one was her. She thought she was quite good-looking.

But Porridge was very happy, pointing and said: "Mom, this is you, this is Uncle Zuiqing, and this is me."

"I didn't draw my father this time. I blame my uncle for being too jealous. He will definitely not be happy to have a father. It's his birthday today, so let him be happy."

Hearing this, Anya's heart warmed up. She held her little girl on her lap, touched her little head and said, "Corridge, actually Ling Feng either doesn't like your father or is a little jealous."

After all, this is his biological daughter, but he will definitely not be happy if she is so close to other people.

Congee nodded her little head and said very obediently, "Mom, I know, the senior brothers are like this too. If I get close to one senior brother, the other senior brothers will also be unhappy. Hey, man, you are so petty."

As she said this, she wrinkled her eyebrows and held her plump breasts in her hands, with "sorrow" written all over her face.

She is so difficult.

Anya burst out laughing and nodded her forehead, "You are a little kid but a big kid."

When she looked at the cake again, she felt it was much more pleasing to the eye.Although Qi Zhou's painting skills are still as fascinating as ever, if Ling Feng knew that Qin Lie was not here, he would definitely be super happy.

Not bad.

Ask the clerk to help them pack it, and Qin Lie also came at this time.

He looked at it and asked, "Okay?"

"Yeah!" Congee nodded and showed off, "Dad, the cake I made is so beautiful!"

Qin Lie touched her little head and said, "Let's go."

"Yeah." He didn't need to, so Congee hugged the cake and was careful along the way.

Ye Lingfeng chose to spend his birthday at home. He just wanted to stay with them and didn't want to go outside and make noise.

Qin Lie took them to Ye's house without going in.

Congee waved his hand at him, "Dad, I won't go back today. I'll come back tomorrow."

"Okay." Qin Lie nodded, raised his chin, "Go."

"Yeah." Congee nodded and pulled Anya inside.

"Mom, you go in first, I'll come in later." When they arrived at the door, Churro winked at Anya, "I want to give Uncle Zuiqian a surprise."

"Okay." Anya covered her mouth and smiled secretly, then floated in.

Just as Ye Lingfeng was finishing the last dish, he saw her and asked doubtfully: "Where's the porridge?"

"It's outside, come and close your eyes."

Hearing this, Ye Lingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, is the gift coming?
He couldn't help but look forward to it, he closed his eyes obediently, and couldn't help but guess what it would be.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a rustling sound.

After a while, Porridge said: "Okay."

Ye Lingfeng quickly opened his eyes, and when he saw the things on the coffee table, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

What the hell is this?

Porridge hadn't noticed it yet, so he blinked his eyes and said excitedly: "Uncle Zuiqing, this is the cake my mother and I made for you. Do you like it?"

Ye Lingfeng looked at the cake in front of him and was a little confused for a moment, whether he should say he liked it or not.

Seeing his expression, Anya coughed lightly. Their craftsmanship was indeed a bit inferior. Coupled with the soul painter of Qoru Porridge, they succeeded in making the already unsightly cake a bit uglier.

She had no choice but to come up with her trump card: "Corridge, could you please introduce what you are painting?"

Porridge nodded, pointed to the painting above and said, "It's the three of us, this is..."

After she finished speaking, Anya turned to look at Ye Lingfeng, took out her trump card and said, "There is no Mr. Qin, there are only three of us as a family."

Sure enough, when he heard this, Ye Lingfeng's eyes lit up, "I like this gift!"

It was a rare occasion when the little girl only thought about him and did not take Qin Lie with her.

He looked at the cake carefully. Well, it still looks pretty.

He said why he liked this cake so much when he saw it.

This is the love of a little girl!
He didn't want to eat it, so he took out his mobile phone and took a photo, and for the first time in his life, he posted it on Moments.

As soon as the results were posted, there were several comments underneath.

When he clicked on it, he saw "?" all over it, so he asked him what the hell this was.

He curled his lips, a bunch of people without vision.

He was about to close his phone when he suddenly saw more messages and his eyes suddenly stopped...

(End of this chapter)