After the beast cub was about to wear it, all the gods were bald

Chapter 159 Small Theater: Mumu’s Birthday

Today is Mumu’s birthday, in every sense of the word. It was both the day Mumu was born and the day Qingqing was picked up by Fengyuan.

At four o'clock in the morning, Ning Bao was still sleeping soundly on his little bed, when Fengyuan lifted the whole dumpling directly:

"Wake up, did you agree to get up early to make noodles for Qingqing?"

"Ah, noodles!"

Fengyuan's keyword suddenly woke Ning Bao up. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and moved her little hands unconsciously in the air twice. However, Ning Bao was awake for less than three seconds in total, his little hands slowly dropped again, and his eyelids slowly closed.

Seeing Ning Bao being lifted up in the air and still sleeping as peacefully as a piglet, Fengyuan, who was well prepared, poured out a mint candy and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Sister, it's still dark~"

Ning Bao was holding the super cool mint candy in his mouth, rubbing his blurred eyes with his little hands, and complained aggrievedly.

"It's late, it's already past four o'clock, Qingqing got up early."

Xiao Ningbao, who was in a ball of sleep, yawned loudly. His tone was still vague, as if he had not woken up:

"But Ning Bao asked Mumu yesterday, and Mumu said that he can cook a bowl of noodles very quickly~"

"What, you asked? Qingqing is so smart, she will definitely guess it!"

Fengyuan tapped Ning Bao's little head lightly and said that he had promised to give Qingqing a surprise, but it was already known in advance, so it was no longer a surprise.

"No, Ning Bao said he wanted to eat."

Ning Bao protested with his two little hands holding his head:
"Don't pat Ning Bao on the head all the time, it will make Ning Bao stupid."

Fengyuan picked up the child and walked to the kitchen while saying:
"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Because Ning Bao is already a little fool, so he won't become more stupid.

But Fengyuan didn't say the second half of the sentence, otherwise the child would have been furious and said he was a smart guy.

The distance from Ning Bao's bedroom to the kitchen was only a few steps, but Ning Bao's sleep quality was so good. He fell asleep in Fengyuan's arms again, and the mints didn't even help.

Fengyuan stretched out a finger and poked Ning Bao's fat face:
"Wake up, who is it that said yesterday that he would definitely be able to get up? Hurry and finish making the noodles, and you can go back to sleep."

Originally, Fengyuan only planned to do this surprise himself. However, she was on guard against Qingqing, but not on Ning Bao, and her plan was discovered by a certain little dumpling who wanted to sneak some snacks. Ning Bao insisted on joining this plan and wanted to surprise Mumu. He even raised his little hand and swore that he would be able to get up today.

result……

Fengyuan looked at a certain little guy who was staring in fascination, almost burying his head in the flour, and held his forehead with one hand. She shouldn't have believed Ning Bao's lies. The child usually couldn't even get up to go to kindergarten in the morning. How could he get up after four in the morning?
Forget it, leave her alone, just don't cause any trouble.

Feng Yuan rolled up his sleeves and planned to show off his skills. Although they are both handicapped, she is still much better than this little guy Ning Bao. At least she can also barbecue.

Facts have proved that Fengyuan really only knows how to cook barbecue.

She gave up the option of hand-rolling the noodles, and the reason was very valid. After all, the flour had been used by Ning Baohuo, so it was not difficult to just cook the finished noodles in the pot.

Because he got up too early and felt hungry, Ning Bao squinted his eyes and looked at the hazy steam in the kitchen, planning to eat a bowl of noodles by himself first. Anyway, my sister just put so much, Mumu will definitely not be able to eat it.

But Fengyuan's cooking success shocked Xiao Ningbao.

"Sister, didn't you say you want to make longevity noodles for Mumu? Why do you want to cook noodles?"

Ning Bao held the small rice bowl handed over by Feng Yuan in a daze, which still contained the fruits of Feng Yuan's labor just now, a large lump of noodles that could not be seen as noodles at all. "Don't worry about the details, as long as it tastes good."

Fengyuan rubbed her nose guiltily and handed over Ning Bao's special chopsticks:
"Try it, how does it taste?"

Ning Bao is still very easy to fool... ahem... no, he is easy to talk to. Although he can't tell what his sister cooked, he still nodded his little head obediently, picked up the chopsticks and took a taste.

"how is it going?"

Fengyuan looked at Ning Bao expectantly. Even if it doesn't look good, if it tastes good, that's fine.

Ning Bao only took one mouthful, and then he wrinkled up his fat face and suddenly felt that he was not so hungry anymore. She touched her belly and found that it was still plump and not flat. In fact, it was okay to skip breakfast:
"Sister, hurry up and make it again~ We can't let Mumu eat noodles like this."

Ning Bao stood on tiptoe and put his small rice bowl back on the table, the hair on his head standing up in anxiety.

"You think I don't want to?"

Feng Yuan's eyes rolled around with guilt, and he pointed at the empty cupboard and then at the full cauldron:
"But the ready-made noodles have just been cooked in one go."

Ning Bao followed Fengyuan's hand and was stunned for a moment:

"What should I do?"

"I have no choice but to start with noodles."

Since then, the sisters have begun the difficult task of making noodles.

……

When Mumu woke up, the alarm clock on the bedside table showed half past five. She stood at the door and listened. She could still vaguely hear the noise coming from the kitchen. Who else could it be if they weren't Fengyuan and Ning Bao?
In fact, Fengyuan concealed it quite well, but Ning Bao's acting skills were really not very good. What's more, she blew herself up. Even if she said she wanted to eat noodles, who could she hide it from?

Mumu knew Ning Bao better than Ning Bao herself, and Ning Bao had been insisting on sleeping with her during this period, but last night he suddenly went back to his bedroom to sleep with his little pillow in his arms. . It's really hard not to guess.

However, Fengyuan and Ning Bao had prepared so carefully, and Mumu didn't want to let down their hard work, so he took a book and read it, planning to wait until they were ready before going out.

However, Mumu had finished reading and memorizing every book, and it was already past six o'clock. It was still noisy outside, with no sign of stopping.

Mumu, who was familiar with the disabled attributes of the two sisters Fengyuan and Ning Bao, felt his heart skip a beat. Is something going to happen? Did you hurt your hand while cutting vegetables, or did you burn it while boiling water?

Thinking like this, Mumu couldn't sit still. She opened the door and walked out quickly. What greeted her were two... huh?

I saw that the heads of the two sisters were covered with powdery flour, their hands were still covered with wet batter, their hair was white, and their clothes had also turned white. As for the noodles…

In the end, Mumu cooked his own birthday noodles, and of course he also made breakfast for everyone. He couldn't let everyone eat the pot of strange-tasting batter cooked by Feng Yuan.

The sisters' "surprise plan" declared total bankruptcy. UTTU
Looking at the dejected two tabby cats, one big and one small, on the dining table, Mumu couldn't help but chuckle:
"Thank you, I really like this birthday gift."

what?
The two sisters looked at each other and saw deep doubts in each other's eyes. what gift? Didn't their gifts fail?

But it doesn't matter.

"Mumu, happy birthday~"

"Qingqing, happy birthday!"

As long as she's happy.

Today is Mumu’s first birthday from the last book to this one. I wish Mumu a happy birthday ('ω')