Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

As the person involved in this birthday party, I knew nothing about it. I just saw the two of them busying themselves as if it were Chinese New Year, hanging stickers and blowing balloons.

Although he didn't understand why, he still obediently helped Wu Xie.

Wu Xie now had two capable and quiet assistants, and he immediately felt that Wang Meng was clumsy and stupid.

(Wang Meng: Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison QAQ)

"Mengmeng——" Wu Xie shouted.

Wang Meng looked at Wu Xie in horror, wanting to cry but unable to. "Boss, don't call me like that. I'm scared..."

Wu Xie was embarrassed and said, "I didn't say I was going to fire you."

Wang Meng's expression suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny, and he asked in a servile manner, "Okay, Boss, what do you want me to do?"

"Forehead....."

Wu Xie: "There's nothing going on at home right now, you can go home first."

"Okay, my dear boss, I'll leave right away. No salary will be deducted, okay?" Wang Meng asked with starry eyes.

Wu Xie felt sick after seeing this, "No, no ...

The kitchen at home was quite big, but with five people standing at once, it was still crowded. The fat man shook his head and squeezed through the gap between the people, sucking in his stomach, and said with difficulty: "Make way, make way, let me pass by."

Wu Xie was kneading dough, planning to make longevity noodles.

When he was raising little Milk Bottle, there was not so much advanced technology in the old society. If you wanted to eat noodles, you had to start by kneading the dough and make it step by step.

Xiao Naiping and Pingbao are both very experienced in this. They have eaten a lot of meals cooked by Wu Xie before, and making fire and helping out is what they do most often.

"Brother, let me do it. I know how to make noodles. You just take a rest." Pingbao volunteered.

Wu Xie smiled and pushed him away, "Okay, I know you can do it, but today I want to do it myself, so don't make trouble, just go out and wait."

"Oh--"

They all responded verbally, but the three of them didn't move an inch.

The fat man simply handed Pingbao a bowl of eggs and a pair of chopsticks, "I have nothing to do anyway, and I happen to not have an egg beater at home, so you can beat the eggs for me."

Aquarius did as he was told.

Little Milk Bottle stood on a stool and added water to Wu Xie's dough, and added more dough if there was too much water.

If Wu Xie relied on himself, he would never be able to grasp the right amount.

"Xiaobao, add another ounce of water."

"it is good."

The Zhang family’s hands are like a beam scale. Wu Xie can get as much taels as he wants.

Zhang Qiling leaned against the door frame, lazily looking at the people busy in the kitchen. Of course, his eyes were more focused on Wu Xie's thin body.

Everyone told him that Wu Xie was already old, and half of his life was just a passing moment, so he should cherish the rest of his life.

But as he looked at him, why did he feel that Wu Xie was only in his twenties?

He has a kind of reserved and gentle demeanor that comes from time, which fits the general stereotype of Southerners. He seems to look just like the description in books, which makes people happy at first sight.

"Brother, am I awesome?" Wu Xie, who was working hard, suddenly looked up, looked at Zhang Qiling with sparkling eyes and asked.

Like a puppy waiting for praise from its owner.

Zhang Qiling nodded, "Great..."

Very well behaved...

The fat man felt a pain in his teeth after hearing this.

"Happy birthday to you~~~Happy birthday to you~~~~I wish you......."

The enthusiastic birthday song echoed in the small hall. Zhang Qiling was a little surprised and asked Wu Xie: "Is it your birthday?"

"Of course not."

"Fat man?"

Fatty: "It's not me, Fatty!"

Who is that?

Wu Xie brought over three bowls of longevity noodles with a smile and placed them in front of the three Zhang Qilings, one big, one medium and one small. "Happy birthday, three birthday boys."

"Thank you uncle/brother!" Little Bottle and Pingbao responded one after another. When they saw Wu Xie making longevity noodles, they knew what Wu Xie was going to do.

after all,

As Wu Xie accompanied them as they grew up, he would always choose a sunny day in November to make them a bowl of longevity noodles and tell them: It's your birthday...

Wu Xie bent down and looked at the stunned Zhang Qiling with amusement. He put his hand on his shoulder, leaned against him intimately, shook his shoulder, and said, "What are you standing there for? Eat, big birthday boy."

The tone was full of lightness and joy, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Why are you so stupid?"

Zhang Qiling didn't expect that all the things he had been busy doing for the whole day were prepared for him. There were so many colorful balloons on the wall. It was hard to say whether they looked good or ugly, but it was somewhat funny to prepare these slightly childish things for an "adult" like him.

but,

Because of Wu Xie, all the unreasonable things became reasonable.

Pingbao walked around Zhang Qiling hesitantly, leaned closer, and said, "How can my brother prepare a surprise so blatantly?"

Wu Xie poked his head and said, "Eat yours."

"Come and try it to see if it's delicious." Wu Xie handed the chopsticks to Zhang Qiling and stared at him expectantly.

Compared to the two evil fans, Xiao Naiping and Pingbao, he was more concerned about Zhang Qiling's evaluation.

"tasty......."

Wu Xie pouted and turned his head away angrily, thinking that this person was making fun of him again, "The chopsticks are still in my hand, and you already know it's delicious?"

Zhang Qiling then took the chopsticks from Wu Xie's hand and stirred the noodles in the bowl twice. The noodles became long and continuous, steam rising from them. The scene of Wu Xie fumbled in the kitchen, kneading the noodles bit by bit, scratching his head and trying to put them back together because the noodles broke appeared in front of him again.

A faint smile unconsciously appeared on his face, reaching his eyes and touching his heart.

Zhang Qiling was somewhat happy.

But his beating heart spoke of his dishonesty.

Not a bit.

yes,

Very happy, very happy......

"It's the taste in memory..." Zhang Qiling said silently.

The hand under the table suddenly reached out and placed on Wu Xie's leg, which scared Wu Xie. Just as he was about to ask him what he was doing, he saw the smile on Zhang Qiling's lips and was speechless for a moment.

Zhang Qiling found Wu Xie's hand and held it tightly, holding it so tightly that Wu Xie felt a little embarrassed.

I looked guiltily at Little Milk Bottle and Ping Bao who were eating noodles, wondering in my heart, why did this suddenly happen?

"Are you deeply moved?" Wu Xie asked quietly.

When Zhang Qiling lifted his eyelids and looked at him gently, Wu Xie immediately became obedient and did not dare to do anything rash. "I was just talking nonsense. Why are you so fierce?"

Zhang Qiling:.......

He didn't say a word.