System: Interstellar Planting Daily

On the first day of summer vacation, I ate a little lunch and lay paralyzed in the rest area on the third floor for most of the day.

Qing Ning stood at the stairs on the third floor, crossing her arms and squinting at the three in the rest area.

Anwar was the first to react. He saw a lynx head suddenly appear on the couch, and the two tufts of hair on his ears twitched.

Anhua cocked his head and looked at Qing Ning. He seemed to see murderous intent in Aunt Qing's eyes.

Anhua kicked his hind legs and kicked Ye Qingluo.

Ye Qingluo looked at Anhua lazily and followed Anhua's line of sight to his mother.

Qing Ning chuckled: "Look at you guys, you are as young as a retired man, are you presentable?"

Ye Qingluo said with a slumped face: "Dear mother, this is the first day of vacation, are you starting to dislike us?"

"Come, look at what you looked like just now," Qing Ning walked over and showed them the photos of the scene that he had just taken. "Look at what you all look like? Even if you are just playing games, you are just collapsed like this." Doing nothing, no way!”

Anwar and Kamil went over and took a look, but didn't think there was anything wrong.

Ye Qingluo also saw it and said puzzledly: "No problem, it's normal to take a break during the holidays!"

"You... ugh! Stop sleeping. If you sleep too much and stay up late at night, you won't be able to get up tomorrow. The biological clock is so out of whack!"

"Okay, okay, let's get up now---"

Watching Qing Ning go downstairs, Ye Qingluo fell back into the beanbag with a bang.

***

the next day.

As Qing Ning expected, no one came downstairs at ten o'clock in the morning.

"Ha! I definitely played games last night."

Ye Chong was mixing dumpling fillings. Hearing what his wife said, he couldn't help but smile: "Let them go. Luoluo likes to sleep in. Little Ka is more diligent than Luoluo... so Xiao An is more diligent."

Qing Ning looked at Ye Chong in disbelief: "You said Xiao An is more diligent? Do you have any misunderstanding about Xiao An?"

"??"

Qing Ning said: "This kid has to lie on the elf ball in virtual state..."

Anhua, who was lying on the elf ball and coming down from the second floor: "..."

Ye Chong coughed twice and winked at Qing Ning.

"!!" Qing Ning turned around and met the resentful eyes of the handsome old-style anime boy.

"Oh~ Such a handsome baby looks good no matter what he does!" Qing Ning waved and asked Anhua to fly over. I couldn't help it, it was so eye-catching!

Such a handsome boy is so cute even if he is lying on the floor and rolling around!

"Aunt Qing, you have misunderstood me. I am very active and my movements are very agile!"

"Yeah, I was wrong. Baby An An, did you sleep well last night? What do you want for breakfast?"

"..."

Anhua: Qingluo’s facial control definitely inherited some of Aunt Qing’s genes.

Seeing Anhua's helpless look, Ye Chong smiled and changed the subject: "Are they still sleeping?"

"No, I just entered "Homeward Bound" again. There was an auction inside. Bai Jingyuan asked Luoluo to help him shoot something."

"Alas..." Qing Ning sighed, "These two kids don't get up early to have something to eat before playing."

"Don't worry, Aunt Qing. Just take a picture and it will be ready soon. Luoluo said he would come down later to make ice cream."

Just as Anhua said, Ye Qingluo and Kamil entered the game and witnessed the first auction of "Homeward Bound". Relying on their reputation to be number one in the rankings, they bought another city founding order from the official seller. Quit the game quickly.

There's no way to retreat. I didn't eat well yesterday. If they weren't hungry, how could they wake up so early?

Hearing the noise upstairs, Anhua changed into a lynx body so that they could have "breakfast" together.

"Mom, I asked about the smell of meat!"

Qing Ning looked at her son running down from the second floor with a complicated face. His nose was sharper than Anwar's!

Ye Qingluo ran to the restaurant and saw a pot of freshly mixed minced meat on the table, and his mouth immediately started to water.

Ye Chong pulled the basin aside: "There is breakfast left in the kitchen for you. This is dumpling stuffing. You will have dumplings for lunch."

"No!" Ye Qingluo grabbed the basin and held on, "I want to eat wontons for breakfast!"

Ye Chong frowned: "Just think about it, go ahead!"

Ye Qingluo looked at his parents and said resentfully: "You can't be like this! We just started to dislike us when we were on vacation."

Qing Ning finished the attack and said: "It's not you, it's you."

Ye Qingluo covered his heart and said angrily: "No, I have to eat wontons. Wontons can be eaten as breakfast. Besides, it's almost noon now."

"Ha! Did you know it's almost noon?"

"..."

Ye Qingluo couldn't stand up to his mother, so he went into the kitchen with his lips curled up, and came out a few minutes later with a plate with a pile of wonton wrappers on it.

Qing Ning looked at Ye Chong helplessly.

Ye Chong: That’s all, I can’t control it anymore, just let him go.

What can lime do? Is it possible to catch his son and beat him up?

In the end, I didn’t just help my son make wontons.

Fortunately, the wontons are easy to wrap, have thin skin, and are easy to cook. It takes less than twenty minutes from wrapping to eating.

Ye Qingluo blew the wontons in his spoon and ate them with a "sharsh" sound while chanting: "This is without seaweed and shrimp skin. If it has these two things, it will taste delicious!"

"You are the only one who knows how to eat." Qing Ning complained smoothly. After saying this, she silently reflected on herself. Was she becoming more and more impatient with her son? Lately, it seems like I’m always pushing my son...

Recalling the scene of squeezing her son, Qing Ning felt relieved again. It was not her fault, it was the boy who was getting more and more naughty and in need of punishment!

Isn't it? Compared with two years ago, Ye Qingluo has changed a lot.

I recall that back then, I was still a little otaku with a bit of social fear, but I was also a warm and considerate good boy in front of my family.

What now?

Qing Ning shook her head: "My son has changed since he was eighteen years old, and he is getting thinner and thinner."

Ye Qingluo didn't know anything about his mother's thoughts. After finishing the wontons, he helped make dumplings and taught Camille how to make dumplings.

In fact, he was still half a bottle of water, and could only pinch dumplings. Put the stuffing in the center of the dumpling wrapper, then fold the dumpling wrapper in half and pinch it tightly, put his thumb on the belly of the dumpling, and drag the dumpling together with the other four fingers to form a curve. Moon shape.

This is the highest level of Ye Xiaoluo~

The speed of making dumplings in this way is obviously not as fast as that of his parents, but Ye Qingluo firmly believes that his method of wrapping dumplings will produce the thinnest skin and the best taste.

After lunch, Ye Qingluo and the others ran upstairs to play games.

Qing Ning looked at the cheerful backs of her three brothers and sighed: "This summer vacation is only two months long, so you can just play like this for two months?"

Ye Chong smiled helplessly and said: "You too, you worry when the children don't play, but now you start to play and you become worried."

Having said that, Ye Chong still gave some advice: "Otherwise, let Jieyuan pick them up and train with the army for two months. Strengthening their bodies is better than anything else."

Qing Ning clapped her hands and cheered: "Ah! This is good! I will send a message to Jingyuan right now!"

***

When Bai Jingyuan was about to enter the game, he suddenly received a message. When he saw that it was from Qing Ning, he quickly clicked to check it.

Aunt Qing: Jingyuan, does your army have to go out for training every day? Is it convenient to train with Luoluo and the others?

Bai Jingyuan hasn't replied yet, but another one was sent over there.

Aunt Qing: Ah, you don’t need to train too hard, as long as you can run down three thousand meters.

Bai Jingyuan burst out laughing: "Don't make trouble, three thousand meters?" Qing Luo is now exhausted from running five hundred meters. . .