1822. Chapter 1822 The super calculation of the black-bellied king [18]
"Mother, you don't understand!" Xiao Xian'er pretended to be mysterious and shook her little head, feeling very proud.
Only heaven and earth know about this matter, dad knows about it, and then he knows about it!
"There's nothing I don't understand. There are things that your father understands that I don't understand! Stop pretending to be mysterious!" Lu Qingqing knew what he was thinking as soon as she looked at his little forehead and couldn't help laughing.
This Baili Fenghua was now talking to her every night, which not only made her feel tired, but also made her body even more tired.
Thinking of this, his face turned red, he put the cakes on the table and said, "Come and try the jujube hawthorn cake I just bought in the town. It's sour, sweet and very appetizing!"
"Mother, do you really know?" Xiao Xian'er asked again without giving up, her little face full of stubbornness.
"Well, is there anything else I don't know about?" Lu Qingqing raised her eyebrows and asked speciously.
Xiao Xian'er turned to her father with resentment: "Dad, I despise you. You pretend to be so mysterious. It turns out I'm not the only one who knows!..." He was secretly happy for this.
It turns out... Bai Huanxi!
"Did dad say that only you should know?" Baili Fenghua asked slyly.
"No……"
"Why don't you despise me? Is there something wrong with your character?" When Baili Fenghua heard this, he gently picked up a piece of jujube mud and hawthorn cake with his slender fingers, and said slowly, then put it in his mouth.
Xiao Xian'er still has something to explain, but why does his sinister father not give him a chance to speak?
He turned directly to his mother, and then said something to shut him up: "Well, this jujube mud and hawthorn cake is only so good. If you like to eat it, I will make a plate for you with my own hands tonight. It's really
The jujube paste and hawthorn cake!”
Xiao Xian'er, with a look of humiliation on her face, snorted secretly in her heart: Humph, for the date mud and hawthorn cake, I won't argue with you, an old fox, until we finish eating!
Then I took half of the jujube mud and hawthorn cake and went to find Xiao Mo'er and Xiao Feng'er.
Lu Qingqing watched Xiao Xian'er leave, then mysteriously turned her head and looked at Baili Fenghua: "Everything is ready, chef, let's get started quickly!"
"Let's go!" Baili Fenghua smiled softly and nodded.
Today is the sixth birthday of the three children, but because Lu Qingqing was in an accident when they were born, their birthday has become a sad day for the family.
So they have never had a birthday since they were born, and no one remembers this birthday.
But Qingqing always remembered her child, her flesh and blood, and the flesh that fell after her labor.
Even this time when she was six years old, she was not able to spend time with them. She owed them a lot, so she had been preparing for this birthday early in the morning.
It was necessary to give the three children a big surprise.
"Little angel, hurry up and guard your three brothers, don't let them come to the kitchen!" She has already purchased all the ingredients herself, and now she is waiting for Baili Fenghua to cook in person, making a big cake and a
A table of delicious dishes!
"Yes, mother!" The little angel nodded, feeling happy but also a little lonely. He has lived for tens of thousands of years. In fact, he is still a child. He really hopes to have a mother who can celebrate his birthday with such care.
Lu Qingqing pretended not to see the little angel's loneliness, and turned her head hastily with a sly smile on her lips.
