"Alas~"

Holding my chin, I could only watch my brother sighing from time to time as he ate delicious candies.

The more Candy sighed, the happier Mo Jingchun felt.

Baby, is there any brother who doesn’t understand his sister?

"Brother, why didn't you tell me that I wanted pimple soup for breakfast?"

Mo Jingchun said without raising his head: "You didn't even ask."

Candy said angrily: "Brother, you usually eat noodles, and you didn't say you wanted to change them today."

"Oh, it's all the same, just fill your stomach."

"Humph, but I have never eaten pimple soup."

"Hahaha, didn't you taste it just now? Don't worry, there will be another chance in the future."

When will it be in the future? When will we turn back?

I have never had pimple soup in my memory. When will I have it next time?

Candy rolled her eyes, thinking that this would definitely not work.

If you have it, you can ask your sister to make pimple soup. The pimple soup made with your sister’s cooking skills will definitely taste better than the one made by your brother.

Hehe, I am still smart.

Looking at Candy in a daze, Mo Jingchun, who smiled slightly, interrupted Candy's contemplation.

"Guo'er, your birthday is the day after tomorrow. What birthday gift do you want?"

"(⊙o⊙)What?"

Candy was stunned. Birthday? It seems like it really is. Oh my god, she even forgot about it.

I almost blurted out that I wanted to eat pimple soup, but fortunately I reacted quickly and didn't say a word.

A proper routine.

But what kind of birthday gift do you want? It seems like there is nothing missing. It’s so troublesome.

After thinking about it, Candy said nonchalantly: "Whatever, it's just that my piggy bank is a bit empty."

Mo Jingchun, who was laughing dumbly, raised his head and took a serious look at the candy. Could this hint be any more obvious?

And is that a piggy bank? It’s clearly a piggy bank.

"oh."

Oh? Candy tilted her head and looked at her brother with wide eyes. Wasn’t her hint obvious enough?

But she really doesn't lack anything.

"Brother, oh, what do you mean?"

Mo Jingchun pretended to be surprised and said: "Oh, I mean you know it. Didn't your teacher teach you?"

Is this the answer Candy wants? No!

Hum~ Candy didn't look away from her brother, but she was thinking about what else to eat for her birthday the day after tomorrow, besides cake.

How about hotpot?

But with my uncle, aunt, and sister Li Xuanyu, it seems impossible to eat hot pot. The hot pot restaurant does not have such a big table to seat so many people.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zhou Yaling went downstairs without any image in her pajamas and big pink slippers.

Zhou Yaling walked straight to the laundry room. As soon as she opened the washing machine and prepared to wash clothes, she found that the washing machine was full.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be the sheets and quilt cover used on Candy's bed, as well as the clothes he changed out of last night.

Zhou Yaling didn't think much about it, thinking it was her brother who washed it.

Zhou Yaling, who moved a lot of things into a bucket and went out to dry her quilt cover, joked as she passed by the living room.

"Brother, you've already washed it, why don't you let it dry for a while?"

Mo Jingchun raised his head and said with a smile:

"Who said I washed it?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yaling paused and said, "You didn't wash it, maybe it was the candy that washed it."

"Hmm~"

Candy, who was sitting nearby and watching the cartoon obediently, lowered his head guiltily.

Zhou Yaling looked at Candy who lowered his head in surprise. Did Candy really wash it himself?

What is this? The first time in history?

Soon, Zhou Yaling saw the quilt drying in the yard.

But on the roof of another villa, Yingyan and Zhang Yuanqi looked at the people drying quilts and sheets in the boss's yard today, and they couldn't understand it for a while.

"What's going on today? Early in the morning, I saw the boss drying the quilt, and now Zhou Yaling is drying the sheets and quilt cover."

Zhang Yuanqi squinted his eyes and said speculatively:

"Who knows. Maybe Candy wet the bed."

"No way!" Eagle Eye said in surprise.

"You ask me, who should I ask for? I can't just run over and ask for candy."

In the middle of the afternoon, while her brother was not on the first floor, Guangdang took her sister and whispered in her ear secretly:

"Sister, can I have pimple soup tomorrow morning?"

"Pimple soup?" Zhou Yaling asked loudly: "What do you want to eat with that thing? I told you in advance that the pimples are not very delicious. You might as well eat noodles."

Candy, who had tasted the pimple soup, naturally didn't believe it, and said with a confident expression: "Sister, you can definitely eat pimple soup tomorrow morning!"

Zhou Yaling glanced at the candy strangely and nodded.

"Okay, pimple soup is easy to make."

The pimples are not delicious at all. Apart from the soup, there is no taste at all. I don’t know what the candy is thinking. I suddenly want to eat pimple soup.

No need to guess, 80% of the time I have something to do with my brother.

The two days of the weekend went by in a blink of an eye.

In order to eat pimple soup, Candy got up early on Monday morning.

The quilt that had been in the sun for a day was covering my body and it felt very comfortable. I had a sweet dream last night and had endless pimple soup.

"Sister, sister, is the pimple soup ready?"

Zhou Yaling, who was busy in the kitchen, glanced at the candy and said, "Why did you get up so early?"

"Go to bed early and wake up early."

"Wait a minute, I haven't started cooking yet. Just started boiling water."

Half an hour later, the three people were sitting around the dining table.

I took a deep breath of the candy through my nose. It really smelled good.

"Hoo~"

"Hoo~"

After blowing the lumps on the spoon to cool down, I eagerly took a bite of the candy.

Mo Jingchun silently lowered his head and ate the lump.

The moment he learned that breakfast this morning was pimple soup, Mo Jingchun knew that Candy had been fooled again.

Who said the soup tastes good and the dumplings taste good?

Candy, whose face was frozen, was a little suspicious of life.

Why do the pimples have no smell at all, only a faint scent of wheat flour?

Unwilling to be reconciled, Candy tasted the soup again.

It tastes good, better than what my brother had in his bowl yesterday.

"Can't waste it."

"Oh~"

The candy pouted, but she ate it obediently.

Fortunately, there are vegetables, otherwise there would be no way to eat. If I had known, I might as well have eaten dumplings.

At the entrance of the kindergarten, Mo Jingchun, who was delivering candy to school, handed the schoolbag in his hand to Candy.

"Don't be naughty and mischievous in school, and don't learn weird things from your classmates."

Candy put her small school bag on her back and nodded vigorously. "I know, I don't know how to play with a magnifying glass."

"Well, go in and send a message to my brother if you have anything to do."

After waving his hand, Candy ran into the kindergarten carrying a small schoolbag.

After watching the boss turn around and walk towards the direction of Laboratory Building No. 2, the two teachers who were on duty today to pick up the children into the kindergarten relaxed their tense bodies.
Chapter completed!