Uncle Sheng Chong: The sweet wife is very sweet and not cute

Chapter 357 I Can Work Hard

Yun Qingrang took a look at Xiao Ai's little hand first, but luckily she was wearing gloves, so there was no scar.

Yun Qingrang raised his head, and before he could say anything, Xiao Ai complained first: "Yun Qingrang, look at the bowl you bought, the quality is too bad."

Yun Qing couldn't help laughing at Xiao Ai's words, and looked at her flushed pink face with a smile. The bowls he bought were all ceramic bowls suitable for microwave ovens. The strength of Xiao Ai cannot be ignored.

"Yes." Yun Qing asked Gentle to stop the training, helped Xiao Ai put on gloves on her hands again, raised her eyes to look at her bright red face: "But this is also good, Xiao Ai will throw a few more, and you don't even need a bowl washed."

There were not many bowls for the two of them to eat.

Little Love"……"

"Then get out quickly, don't stand here and hinder me." Xiao Ai didn't dare to touch any bowls this time, and stretched out her small and slender hand to let Yun Qing go to the living room. .

Chasing Yun Qingrang aside, Xiao Ai put on gloves again and started to wash the dishes. There was a layer of oil stains floating on the cold water, which reminded Xiao Ai of what Wang Ning said, washing dishes with warm water is easier.

"Yun Qingrang, we need to boil the water, warm water is the best way to wash the dishes." This sentence can also show that Xiao Ai knows how to wash dishes, and it can make time go by and slow down.

Xiao Ai was talking, and excitedly went to get the kettle she drank to boil water, but Yun Qingrang took the kettle, and Yun Qingrang turned the faucet that Xiao Ai replaced to the other side of the cold water: "The kitchen The faucet is also hot and cold."

Little Love"……"

Xiao Ai bit her lip, and finally planned to start washing the dishes. Yun Qingrang raised her hand and glanced at her watch, and couldn't help smiling. It took her half an hour to prepare for washing the dishes. If she didn't feel sleepy , wouldn't it take her all night to wash the dishes?
Even though she was thinking this way in her heart, Yun Qingrang just leaned against the kitchen door, watching Xiao Ai with her head down, washing the dishes seriously, her eyes were full of relief.

The silence was only for a moment. Xiao Ai moved with her small hands and the big gloves that didn't match her. She just held the bowl and the dishcloth. The dishcloth was as clean as new. Grease.

"This one can't be washed clean." Xiao Ai started to pick the thorns of the dishcloth again, and threw the cloth into the sink, Xiao Ai took off her gloves and walked in front of Yun Qingrang: "Is there such a dishwashing one? If not, I can go buy it."

Xiao Ai's eyes sparkled. It was rare for the first time that she asked to run errands so proactively. She stretched out her little hand to search for his wallet in Yun Qingrang's trouser pocket. Photos taken by the photographer at the aquarium.

It's just, why are there only two of them in the photo, but the little boy was cut out in a friendly way, and the photo in the middle of the wallet is just right to put the photo of the two of them.

"Where did our son go?" Xiao Ai forgot that she had to run errands, and immediately asked Yun Qingrang when she saw the photo of only the two of them.

"Son?" Yun Qingrang repeated in a funny way, pinching Xiao Ai's chubby face: "I don't know when you gave birth to a son for me?"

"Didn't you let him call me mother?" Xiao Ai bit her head sideways on Yun Qingrang's wrist: "I decided to raise him, and he will be our son in the future."

"Xiao Ai likes my son, I can work harder." Yun Qingrang clasped Xiao Ai's slender waist with both hands, and lifted her up effortlessly. The next second, Xiao Ai was hugged by Yun Qingrang , and walked towards the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)