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"Where are you, Xiaoyu? I'm home and I didn't see you."

"Well... I'm already in kindergarten. Teacher Zhang couldn't find a suitable dim sum shop, so I made some for her. You can come here directly, and I will tell you in detail when I get there." Yu Huan scratched his face. It's really hard to explain on the phone.

"Okay, can you bring me anything?"

"No, no, pay attention to safety on the road."

Gu Luoyao paused for two seconds, then suddenly asked, "Where is the rose tea from last time? I can't find it."

"On the refrigerator door, you open the refrigerator and look at the top shelf on the door." Hearing the movement on that side, it feels like you have opened the refrigerator, "Did you see it?"

"Well, I see, how much do you want to put?"

"Ten roses and two slices of licorice."

Gu Luoyao was stunned, "Licorice...is it the bitter one?"

"Uh, I forgot to tell you," Yu Huan slapped his forehead, "The licorice tablet you mentioned is medicine. The licorice I'm talking about is the one in the bottle next to it. It's a bit like slices cut from tree roots. It's not bitter. It's sweet."

Licorice licorice, doesn't Gan mean sweet?

This matter is actually Yu Huan's fault too, she bought a bunch of things that were offended, and every time she put them in, they were taken away by Gu Luoyao, and she never said what was inside.

Gu Luoyao trusted her enough, she never asked, and just drank whatever she pretended to be.

In this regard, An An is quite similar to her. She eats whatever is given to her every day, and she is never picky about food.

It's really good to feed.

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After the parents signed in one by one and all were seated, Yu Huan knew why Gu Luoyao was looking for Rose.

Gu Luoyao really liked the cup that Yu Huan gave away before, and every morning he took a teacup with him to leave, and when he came back at noon, it was a pile of scum.In the afternoon, I took a tea barn of tea away, and when I came back in the evening, it was a pile of dregs.

Yu Huan has always been curious about how Gu Luoyao soaked all the good flower bones into scum, and now she has seen it.

This man never took the cup out of his hands, turning it over and reversing it, and shaking it twice when he was fine.

In fact, sometimes Yu Huan feels that Gu Luoyao is really like a child, every time he gets a new toy, he wants to play with it twice.

Just like the model of the small villa, since it was built, Gu Luoyao walked over there twice when she was free, and looked at it more than a dozen times in one noon, for fear that it would grow wings and fly away.

"Xiao Yu, do you think that is An An?" Gu Luoyao poked Yu Huan's arm.

On the stage, a group of children dressed in Hanfu were sitting on the ground with books, shaking their heads and reciting "The Analects of Confucius" following the teacher who played the role of husband.

Gu Luoyao and Yu Huan are located a little far away, and those children are all wearing the same clothes, so it's hard to recognize them.

After looking at it for a long time, Yu Huan was still a little uncertain, "Is that him in the middle of the second row? It looks a bit like it."

Except for one time when An An stood up alone and asked the teacher a question, the other two were basically looking for someone.

It's really hard to recognize, those little radish heads are all about the same height, and they are wearing the same clothes and hats, who can recognize them.

What kind of blood-linked telepathy is all a lie!

But when An An settled down, the two had to pretend to see clearly.

"The acting was really good, and I didn't forget the lines. Are your lines written in a book?" Gu Luoyao asked An An to sit on her lap, and gave him two pieces of candy from Yu Huan's plate.

Yu Huan: ...

"I didn't write it," An An shook her head, "I don't know how to read, I don't understand, I have to recite it."

It's so pitiful, I have to memorize all the characters if I can't read them. No wonder I always hear him muttering when I come back these days.

In contrast, Yu Huan felt that it was disrespectful for him not to write down all the recipes until now.

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The Dragon Boat Festival is just a few days after Children's Day, and Yu Huan's soaked glutinous rice can finally be played.

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, I was going to have dinner with Mr. Gu's parents. Yu Huan cooked rice dumplings a day in advance. There was a big pot full of red dates, peanuts, and red beans, all tied with silk threads of different colors.

An An is a good boy who is willing to share.On the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, Gu Luoyao took him to deliver zongzi to some grandparents in the community who always made fun of him.

When they went out, the mother and father carried a bagful of zongzi, and each family gave three or five, and after a round trip, they were all delivered.

However, the canvas bag was what it was when it left, and it was still what it was when it came back, full and bulging, even a little more bulging than when it went out.

"Didn't send it out? Did you all go out for a walk, let's go later." Yu Huan thought that the old man and the old lady were not at home, so the two of them made a trip for nothing.

As a result, Gu Luoyao pouted and stuffed the bag into Yu Huan's arms.

This amount is wrong.

When I opened it, I found that there were all kinds of snacks in the bag, and there were three kinds of mung bean cakes alone.

Yu Huan turned his head to look at the kitchen, took out a box and frowned and stared at it worryingly, "There are too many mung bean cakes."

Gu Luoyao took out all the mung bean cakes from the bag, and put them together with the zongzi that was packed next to her and was ready to take to her parents, "This one is easy to take, take it to my mother. Put those in the refrigerator and eat them when you come back."

Others give it to parents, and keep the handmade ones for yourself.

Teacher Gu, is it really okay for you to treat your parents like this?