I married a bamboo horse

Song Yuxuan leaned close to Wen Youxing's ear, and said something in a low voice, but Wen Ziyu didn't hear it even though he moved forward vigorously.

"This matter..." Wen Youxing rubbed his chin, looking like he was going to tease Song Yuxuan, Song Yuxuan looked at him expectantly, "Yes, but you have to do me a favor." Wen Youxing immediately said Said, Song Yuxuan didn't even ask any favors, just nodded in agreement.

So Wen Youxing approached Song Yuxuan's ear again, and said something, Song Yuxuan said in shock, "This... this is not good, my brother will explode."

"What are you two talking about?" Wen Ziyu finally couldn't bear their whispering and asked in a bad tone.

"I want you to take care of it." Song Yuxuan rolled Wen Ziyu's eyes. Wen Ziyu was so angry that he was about to hit him with a punch. How could Song Yuxuan stand up and let her beat him? After all, after Wen Ziyu entered junior high school, I went to learn Taekwondo.

Wen Youxing looked at their backs, and smiled inexplicably. In fact, Song Yuxuan didn't say anything to Wen Youxing just now, but just told Wen Youxing not to talk about hurting Wen Ziyu in the future. As for why not, Song Yuxuan didn't say the reason either.

When the three of them returned home, they saw Song Ziqian and Han Qi busy in the kitchen. Song Ziqian was wearing an apron with Crayon Shin-chan on it. It looked a little funny, because the apron was tailor-made for Han Qi. Song Ziqian, who was 180 It looks a little weird to wear.

But looking at such a tall Song Ziqian, Wen Youxing was still a little jealous, because he himself was only about 175, although he was still tall compared with his peers, but compared with Song Ziqian, he was still a lot shorter. She pouted in Song Ziqian's direction, turned around and was about to go upstairs.

"You Xing." Seeing that her son was about to leave, Han Qi called out, "Come and roll the dumpling wrappers for me." Before Wen Youxing could answer, she said again.

"... "

Wen Youxing was silent for a few minutes. Seeing that her son hadn't moved, Han Qi said with some resentment in her tone, "Look at Ziqian, roll out the dumpling wrappers for me as soon as he comes back from school, and then look at you."

"Mom! Brother, he still has homework. I'll help you." Wen Ziyu signaled Wen Youxing to go upstairs quickly with his eyes, but Han Qi was so easy to dismiss, and pushed Wen Ziyu away and said, "I'm in the same class as Ziqian. Aren't you helping too?" After listening to Han Qi's words, Wen Youxing silently rolled her eyes.

In fact, Han Qi just wanted to match Wen Youxing and Song Ziqian, because she felt that these two dolls were really a good match, and it would be a pity not to be together.

So she took Wen Ziyu out of the kitchen, said that she bought a new set of quilts and wanted to show Wen Ziyu, and called Song Yuxuan along the way. When she passed by Wen Youxing, she gave Wen Youxing a hard look and said, " Hurry up, today's dinner is dumplings, if I don't have dinner, your father will not let you go."

Wen Youxing rolled his eyes helplessly again, talking about his father Wen Jing, he was very speechless, he loved his wife to the point of forgetting himself, the brother and sister ate dog food at home every day.

When he walked into the kitchen, Song Ziqian had already rolled out a lot of dumpling wrappers and was about to make them.

Looking at Song Ziqian's skillful technique, Wen Youxing couldn't help saying, "Hey, a schoolmaster is a schoolmaster, and he can even make dumplings." Song Ziqian ignored him.

Wen Youxing made fun of himself, picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper, and put meat filling in it, Song Ziqian glanced at him from the corner of his eye.He almost couldn't help laughing, Wen Youxing was making dumplings, he was just angry with the dumplings, because he couldn't pinch the edge of the dumplings, and the meat stuffing fell out of the dumplings, so he simply He just wrapped the dumplings into a round ball, and finally he looked at Song Ziqian proudly and said, "Look, how did I make the dumplings? It looks better than yours, right?"

Song Ziqian glanced at him indifferently, and then looked at his own dumplings. Wen Youxing followed his gaze and said, "Fuck!" The dumplings made by Song Ziqian were chubby and crystal clear, like a crescent moon. It made people feel greedy, Wen Youxing looked at his own again, and felt that it was horrible.