The doors of the main house and the side house creaked almost at the same time.
When Mei Cuiping opened the door and came out, she met Yun Aiguo and his son, and she suddenly looked like she had seen a ghost.
When Yun Aiguo and his son saw her coming out of the room, they both had the same expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
"His dad, Yongcheng, have you just gotten up?"
Yun Aiguo and his son nodded in unison.
"I just got up, what's the smell in the kitchen? Could it be that child Mianmian?"
Mei Cuiping patted her thigh and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.
"There is danger in the kitchen. Go and take a look quickly, lest the child hurts himself."
Yun Aiguo and his son followed nervously.
The three of them hurried to the door of the kitchen, and Yun Mian was holding a spatula to put the stewed potato dumpling soup into the pot with some difficulty.
I saw the little girl stepping on the stool with difficulty, sweating on her forehead, and some pot ash on her pink face, but her good hands and feet did not injure herself.
The three people standing at the door breathed a sigh of relief.
Yun Aiguo and his wife were completely moved.
Such a young child actually got up early in the morning to make breakfast for them!
"Grandpa, grandma, uncle, you guys are awake, breakfast is already ready."
Hearing the footsteps, Yun Mian raised her head and looked toward the door, seeing her grandparents and dad, her dirty little face smiling like a flower.
When Yun Yongcheng caught Yun Mian's gaze, his heart seemed to have been hit hard by something, and he suddenly felt so sad.
A six-year-old child can actually cook a meal while sitting on a stool. How much hardship has he endured to be able to do this?
"Oh, when did you kid wake up? Why didn't you wake up grandma?"
Afraid that Yun Mian would be burned, Mei Cuiping hurriedly crossed the threshold, walked to the earthen stove and took the spatula from Yun Mian's hand.
"Your head is as tall as our earthen stove. How dangerous it is to get up early in the morning to cook. Grandma doesn't need your help in cooking. If you want to eat anything in the future, tell her and she will cook it for you."
after!
Grandma is feeling compassion, is she ready to keep her?
Mei Cuiping's lingering words made Yun Mian secretly happy.
She simply wanted to cook a meal for her grandparents and dad, but unexpectedly she gained something.
"Yongcheng, what are you doing standing there? Mianmian's little face is as dirty as a tabby cat. Come in quickly and get a basin of water to wipe her face."
Mei Cuiping didn't pay attention to Yun Mian's expression at this moment. While busy putting the noodles in a bowl, she arranged for Yun Yongcheng to get water for Yun Mian to wash his face.
Yun Yongcheng walked in, put his hands directly under Yun Mian's armpits, picked up Yun Mian from the bench, and then placed Yun Mian on the ground.
As a fake cute baby, Yun Mian suddenly blushed.
"Dad, please eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
When eating, Yun Aiguo held the bowl and started eating much faster than usual.
It was early in the morning, when his stomach had just woken up, Mei Cuiping reminded him for fear that he would choke her.
Yun Aiguo didn't realize how voraciously he was eating. The potato dumpling soup this morning was so delicious that he subconsciously shoveled it into his mouth.
Mei Cuiping reminded him that he slowed down his action of picking up the rice. He raised his head and glanced at the dumplings sitting next to his wife, and said vaguely: "The pimple soup made by Mianmian is so fragrant and delicious, better than your grandma's."
It’s delicious, grandpa likes it.”
If Yun Aiguo had said this in front of Mei Cuiping in his free time, Mei Cuiping would have kicked him under the table.
This chapter has been completed!