I was vying for favor with four big daddy

Chapter 172

"Fathers, don't be jealous."

Xiaotuanzi raised his claws to hug his little head, and Dudu let out a deep sigh.

Yeah!

The daddies are more like six-year-old Tuantuan than Tangtang.

Countless silver-winged butterflies flew out from behind her little head, and soon formed three identical pictures in midair:

"This one is left in Qinyuan for the rich dad, and the other three are hung in the General's Mansion, Immortal Doctor Valley and Meiyan Dad's imperial study."

Xiao Tuantuan was still tiptoeing, patiently answering the doubts of the parents: "So every picture is carefully made by Tangtang, there is no difference."

The expressions of the four fathers changed from cloudy to sunny.

They sent capable people around them one after another to send the four paintings to a special shop for mounting and hanging them in the most conspicuous places.

After finishing their work, the four of them looked at each other triumphantly: "Hmph!"

My daughter's painting is the fastest!
Gong Ziyun shook his fan triumphantly: "Go back wherever you came from, I want to talk to my daughter about family happiness."

Feng Hanchu sneered: "Junior Brother Su will not forget that these days, Little Pastry will live in the palace. If you steal her out today, the day to Qinyuan will be postponed by one day."

"Why?"

Gong Ziyun exploded on the spot: "Being bullied by your daughter-in-law, son and daughter every day in the palace? Don't talk about me, who of you can stand it?"

Xuan Mo and Bu Chen: "I can't stand it!"

Feng Hanchu looked at the irritating junior brother who looked like a banished fairy: "So you shouldn't be with me? Little pastry leaving the palace, what good will it do you?"

Bu Chen: "I have a private house in the capital, so I don't need to live in the palace."

Feng Hanchu: "..."

What about seeing a doctor for me?

You are for the girl, a liar.

Young Master Yun waved his fan: "Three to one, Tang Xiaoguai has to live in Qinyuan, no matter how many days you have left."

Feng Hanchu gritted his teeth: "Little Pastry, you said you want to live...you are writing a letter to Runze again!"

Not only wrote it, but also drew a secondary painting and sent it over.

The little pastry who was caught upright, with big eyes flickering, jumped up and down with short legs and let the silver winged butterfly fly:
"Run, Daddy Meiyan is coming to catch you!"

After finishing speaking, he pouted his little mouth to blow away all the little butterflies, and then patted his paw:
"Hey, there's nothing, Meiyan Daddy can't catch it, just a little bit."

Feng Hanchu: "..."

You are a stinky pastry with a body in Cao Ying and a heart in Han.

not good.

Daddy Meiyan is going to get angry, run away!
Xiaotuanzi immediately pushed the wheelchair and jumped up: "Grandfather, grandma, grandparents and Aunt Ning see you later, Tangtang is running for his life, Chongya—"

Huh, Xiaotuanzi ran twice and disappeared in the small garden.

The four fathers said in unison: "It's all your fault, you scared the girl away."

The crowd watching: "..."

The four fathers must be a big fool, no wonder Little Xueqiu/Good Boy wants to run away.

Xiao Tuantuan, who had escaped from the sky, stuck out his little tongue tiredly, and sat slumped on the root of the big tree, kicking his feet helplessly:
"At first I wanted to take that painting as a birthday present for Daddy Meiyan, but it turned out to be given ahead of time. So what should Tangtang give next month?"

Yan Gui patted her melancholy little head: "Sister, why don't you write a picture with your own hands, or make something for the emperor."

Xiao Tuantuan pouted her little mouth and patted her paw:
"Tangtang's hands are clumsier than his feet, and his handwriting is ugly and ugly. His glamorous dad is so beautiful. If his beauty is affected, he will be sad."

Yan Gui continued to comfort the depressed Tuantuan: "Then what is my sister good at?"

Xiao Tuan Tuan tugged and pulled Xiao Yao, suddenly his eyes lit up: "Eat."

Yan Gui: "..."

There seems to be nothing wrong with what you said.

Speaking of this small group, I am very happy:

"Tangtang knows how to eat meat, candied haws, all kinds of cakes and crisps, and... Hey, Tangtang might as well learn how to make a bowl of longevity noodles and serve it to Daddy Meiyan on his birthday."

When I was in Yunwu Mountain before, every time it was Tangtang's birthday, Master would make a bowl of Longevity Noodles for Tangtang.

Too bad it won't be available this year.

Tuan Tuan held his small chin, blinked his eyes and thought:
When Master's curse is healed, Tangtang will make all the longevity noodles owed to Master for him to eat.

Because she now has her own restaurant, and the food made by the master chefs there is delicious. It is not difficult to make a bowl of longevity noodles.

Just do it.

The next day, Xiao Tuanzi rushed Yan Gui into the restaurant after leaving the kindergarten.

The shopkeeper thought that the little Patriarch was coming to make a tooth sacrifice again, and just wanted to let the master perform well, but who knew that the little Patriarch entered the back kitchen and started digging noodles with a small bowl.

Xiaotuan is small, so it is more difficult to carry the flour. After running twice, his face was smeared like a little cat.

She stretched out her pink and tender tongue to lick it, but the flour on her little mouth turned into a paste, like a white beard.

The master chefs in the back kitchen grinned from ear to ear, brought warm water over, and carefully cleaned the little Patriarch Tuantuan.

There are also master chefs squatting next to the little Patriarch, teaching her how to knead the noodles, how to knead the noodles, and how to stretch the noodles.

In the first few steps, Xiao Tuantuan learned quickly and well.

For the stretched noodles, her little arms are too short to swing away, and she has great strength.

For the first time, the noodles were broken and flew directly to the beam.

The second time I wrapped the noodles around my little neck.

the third time……

Xiao Tuanzi ran to Yan Gui's side, and pulled off the little batter sticking to his eyebrows and nose:

"Tangtang won't learn anymore."

Yan Gui didn't care at all: "Sister, don't give up halfway, you are already very good."

At least no more strangling myself with noodles.

Xiao Tuantuan shook his head: "It's not that I don't make noodles, it's that I don't need flour to learn. Tangtang wasted a lot of flour."

The master chef said that she could make steamed buns and distribute them to beggars outside, but she felt ashamed when she saw the pile of dough.

"Tangtang learns with mud first, and then uses flour to make it after learning about it, so there is no need to waste it."

She squirmed her body with a proud look of "Isn't Tangtang very smart?"

Yan Gui patted her little head: "Then brother and sister will make mud noodles with mud balls."

"Okay."

The two tuan'er clawed their claws, and carried a small back basket out of the back door of the restaurant, ready to dig a little soil.

The clerk was carrying a basket of leftover steamed buns and distributed them to the beggars waiting at the back door.

The beggars rushed forward.

There was a younger brother who ran the fastest. He grabbed two steamed buns and ran away. The beggar who didn't grab the steamed buns chased after him and beat him.

But he would rather be beaten, and he held the two steamed buns tightly in his hands, his eyes were red, and he didn't want to let go.

Xiao Tuantuan rushed up holding the small backpack: "Wow, how dare you hit someone, let go of little brother."

How could the beggar care about her because of steamed buns.

Xiao Tuantuan jumped up and down anxiously, and suddenly waved his paws and shouted: "Look, Mantou!"

(End of this chapter)