My daughter is so annoying

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Yang Yueyue said: "A young girl in her twenties, why don't you make trouble."

Fang Cheng smiled and said, "You are only in your twenties."

"It won't be soon."

"It's okay, you will always be in my heart."

"Hate."

Fang Cheng laughed, and ran outside with the two daughters to play Wu Qin Xi.

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Chapter 156 The Campfire Dinner

"Dad, I will too."

"What do you know?"

"Kung fu, if you don't believe me look at it." After finishing speaking, Qingqing stood still, stretched out her two little hands, and dubbed herself: "Huh! Ha!"

Unexpectedly, what her father stretched out was a fist, and what she stretched out was a slap, Qingqing quickly clenched her little hands.

Fang Cheng withdrew his movements, took a deep breath, stood beside Qingqing and began to guide: "Here, raise your hands up, and then squat down a little bit, that's it, that's it."

Xiao Yu'er tugged at Fang Cheng's sleeve: "Uncle Uncle, I want it too."

"Okay then, you squat down like Qingqing."

Xiao Yu'er imitated Qingqing's movements and squatted down, with one hand tucked around her waist, and the other clenched into a fist and rushed forward.

"Raise a little higher and spread your feet apart. That's right. This is called squatting. Grandpa Zhang said when he taught Dad that as long as the horse squatting is done, the whole foot will be stable and it will not be easy to fall. .”

The two little girls seem to be competing with each other, neither of them is willing to stand up first, and the back of the head is sweating.

Seeing the scene outside through the glass wall, Yang Yueyue hurriedly went out and dragged the two daughters home while complaining: "They are so small, why do you make them squat?"

Fang Cheng scratched the back of his head and said with a helpless smile, "Isn't this asking them to exercise too?"

"To exercise yourself to exercise."

After Yang Yueyue finished speaking, she directly closed the door.

Fang Cheng sighed, and simply began to jog along the path in the village.

Now it was time for the villagers to go home after a day of working in the fields. Along the way, Fangcheng met many local residents, and Fangcheng greeted everyone friendly.

The program group chose to record a variety show here, which actually played a role in promoting the local area, which is bound to stimulate the local economy, so the villagers in Fangcheng are considered friendly.

But it is a pity that most people can only understand Mandarin, but cannot speak it, so there is a certain generation gap.

Running to a field, a middle-aged man with a hoe on his shoulder came slowly with a basket in his hand.

Fang Cheng greeted as usual: "Hello."

"Hello."

Dialogue can also speak authentic mandarin.

Fang Cheng stopped and said with a smile, "Why are you here?"

"Go to the field and dig some sweet potatoes." After finishing speaking, the man showed Fang Cheng a look at the sweet potatoes in the basket.

"It looks like a sweet potato."

"No, it's sweet potatoes after washing."

Fang Cheng immediately thought of the image of himself and a group of friends making piles of roasted sweet potatoes in the field when he was a child.

The picture is very far away, and I can't find any memories left in this world.

Fang Cheng came back to his senses and smiled: "Can you sell me some sweet potatoes?"

The man generously handed the basket directly to Fang Cheng: "I'll give it to you."

Fang Cheng took out a red note from his pocket and handed it to the man. The man kept repeating too much, too much, but refused to accept it.

Fang Cheng couldn't resist him, so he could only take out another twenty's card and hand it to the man.

The man finally went on, and asked: "Do you want more, I still have a lot in the field."

A basket in a basket is enough to eat.

Fang Cheng smiled and said, "Enough is enough."

Both parties benefited, and Fang Cheng returned home with a basket of sweet potatoes after running.

When we got home, it was already dark.

Yang Yueyue cooked a pot of eight-treasure porridge, and Qingqing and Xiao Yuer had already drank it.

Fang Cheng glanced at the sweet potatoes in the basket, knowing that today must be too late, so he took the basket to the kitchen and put it under the chopping board.

"What did you bring back?"

"Sweet potatoes." Fang Cheng said with a smile: "Tomorrow night we will have a bonfire dinner, how about roasted sweet potatoes?"

When Yang Yueyue heard this, she also became interested.

After all, rural children in the early 90s had the experience of roasting sweet potatoes.

"Okay, call Sister Bai, Alice and the others."

"Ah."

When Qingqing heard the words "roasted sweet potato", she quickly put down the porridge spoon and said, "Father, I want to eat it too."

"Okay, we can eat tomorrow night."

"Can I eat grilled corn?"

"sure."

"What about the potatoes?"

"Also."