Little Mr. is one hundred years old

In the brightly lit living room, various balloons, ribbons, and cartoon toys are decorated, creating a joyous atmosphere, but there are also some discordant places——

"Hey, my ribbon... what do you mean by removing my ribbon?" Zhong Li glared at Lou Zhao who was sitting on the shelf.

Lou Zhao glanced at him, and replied very calmly: "The place where the ribbon is tied is too ugly, and it doesn't suit my aesthetics."

"I'll mess with mine, and you mess with yours, so don't interfere with each other, okay?" Zhong Li gritted his teeth—this guy really gets worse the more he looks at him.Of course, apart from Qing Huan, he doesn't like anyone in this room.

"Sorry, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder." Lou Zhao showed his white teeth, "I can't see ugly things."

Zhong Li cursed a dirty word before saying, "If it wasn't for the wrong time and place today, would you believe that I would beat you to death?"

Lou Zhao smiled slightly: "You can try."

Qing Huan shook her head, looked away, and turned to enter the kitchen - there was no outside cook at all today, and all the meals were in charge of Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran. These two people used to be disasters in the kitchen, but now they both provoked it. Here comes the girder.According to him, Ji Zhiqiu had to practice his life skills because he lived alone, but Chen Ziran did not know when he developed a habit of tinkering with things in the kitchen when he was bored or in a bad mood. Over time, he had no teacher Self-taught.

When Qing Huan entered the kitchen, she saw those two occupying one side, one was cooking soup and the other was cooking vegetables.

"My soy sauce."

"I'm going to use it."

Both hands reached out to hold the soy sauce bottle at the same time, their eyes met, one expressionless, the other provocative, and the spark was about to explode.

Qing Huan raised her forehead—as expected, she couldn't expect anything from the two of them.When they were in school, they didn't deal with it.

Qing Huan walked over, took out another spare bottle of soy sauce from the refrigerator, and took it: "Isn't there still here? Are you still fighting because of a bottle of soy sauce?"

Ji Zhiqiu quickly took the bottle in Qing Huan's hand and said, "I don't care about a patient."

"Ji Zhiqiu..." Qing Huan frowned, reminding him not to say what he shouldn't say.

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about it." Obviously that guy is really sick, but Qing Huan has great preferential treatment here.

Qing Huan turned to ask: "How many dishes do you have left?"

"There are still three or four dishes, half an hour will be enough." Chen Ziran replied.

"Yeah." Qing Huan glanced, and said again: "Are you tired? If you are tired, you can rest and let Ji Zhiqiu come."

Ji Zhiqiu curled his lips: "Yes, he is a young master with a delicate body, and I am just a hard worker."

"Just treat yourself as capable and work harder." Qing Huan said.

Ji Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows.

Chen Ziran smiled at Qing Huan and said, "I'm much better now than before, there's nothing wrong with me."

"That's good." Qing Huan said: "Then I'm going out, and you guys don't quarrel over trivial matters like sesame and mung beans."

"Ah."

"understood."

Qing Huan went out, just in time to see Gu Yuehua coming back from the outside, followed by Xiao Lian carrying a cake box - because there is no proper kitchen here, so they went to Rosepie to make cakes together.

Seeing Qing Huan, Xiao Lian happily came over with the cake in her hands: "Master, I can also help with this cake baked by Mr. Gu. It's super beautiful and delicious, and the master will definitely like it." With shining eyes begging for praise.

"Good boy." Qing Huan patted his head, raised her head and said to Gu Yuehua, "It looks like a lot."

Gu Yuehua walked over with a smile: "I made it with the biggest mold in Rosepie's kitchen. I chose your favorite flavor."

Qing Huan paused, a little helpless: "It's Jiujiu's birthday, if you want to choose, you should choose his favorite flavor."

Gu Yuehua just smiled and said nothing - for him, of course Qing Huan's liking is more important.

Qing Huan pulled up Gu Yuehua's sleeve and pointed to a stain on it: "It's dirty here, it seems to be stained with butter."

Gu Yuehua smiled and said, "Then I'll go back and change my clothes before coming back."

"Ah."

Qing Huan turned her head and saw Long Zhao over there looking like an old man, leaning on the sofa and watching TV. The daily life of this situation is no different from that of the hostess of an ordinary family - he has completed his task and is now idle ——Anyway, I still want to help others. I hope they will help others.

Qing Huan walked over, and Bai Zi, who was lying in front of the sofa, saw him first, raised his head and rubbed Qing Huan, Qing Huan touched it, and then asked the "uncle": "Where is Jiu Jiu?"

Long Zhao turned his head, saw Qing Huan, took his hand first, and replied casually: "You were still there just now, did you go out to play?"

Qing Huan was speechless: "His birthday is today, and you are his father, so you can't take care of him?"

Long Zhao was very indifferent: "Jiujiu has a sense of proportion, and also has the ability to protect himself. Do I still have to keep an eye on him?" This tone is the same as that of many irresponsible fathers in ordinary families.

Qing Huan frowned—as expected, she couldn't expect much from Long Zhao.

"I'm going to find Jiujiu." Qing Huan withdrew his hand from Lou Zhao, turned around and saw the glass door not far away, M was leaning against the door, rubbing his chin, his face was full of interest, as if he saw it something interesting.

Is Jiujiu there?

Qing Huan walked over, and M spotted him, beckoning to him: "Come."

Qing Huan walked to him, was embraced by M, and motioned him to look outside: "I'll show you something interesting."

"what?"

Qing Huan looked out, and in front of the bushes in front of their house, with their backs to them, was squatting a small red figure, not knowing what it was doing...

"What's Jiujiu doing there?" Qing Huan asked.

"Mr. Bai, look carefully." M pointed to that place.

Qing Huan took a closer look, only to find that there was a cloud of black smoke in the bushes, and because of the night, the street lights couldn't reach it, so she couldn't find it unless she looked carefully.

Qing Huan frowned, and was about to speak when M said, "Mr. Bai, why don't we go quietly and see what's going on."

Qing Huan glanced at M, then nodded slightly.

The two of them passed quietly, from far to near, and heard Jiujiu talking to the black shadow——

"...you go...go away...don't let them find out...you go away...it will be troublesome if you find out..."

"Jiujiu." Qing Huan called out in a low voice.

Jiujiu turned around subconsciously, and his pupils shrank when he saw Qing Huan: "Dad...Dad..."

Then Qing Huan saw the black shadow suddenly dissipate——

"Do you want me to chase it back?" M had a playful expression.

Qing Huan glanced at the guilty Chirp, and said, "No need."

"Ah..." M put his hands behind his head: "What a pity."

Qing Huan walked over and took Jiujiu's hand: "Follow me home."

"Oh." Jiujiu lowered his head and his voice was low.

When Qing Huan came back with Chiu Chiu, everyone saw Qing Huan's unhappy expression, the dejected Chiu Chiu, and... M watching the excitement.

"What's the matter, the kid got caught for causing trouble?" Zhong Li joined in the fun with a gossipy face.

"What did the little guy do to upset your father?" Lou Zhao got off the shelf and asked.

Long Zhao's father finally responded—"Jiujiu, what's going on?"

Qing Huan pulled Jiujiu to sit down on the sofa, raised his little head, and let him look directly at her——

"Come on, I want to know what's going on too."

Everyone else came over, even Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran who were in the kitchen poked their heads out to look.

Jiujiu was watched by so many people, and it had been a long time since Qing Huan had such a stern expression, and she wanted to cry: "I...I just...I just look at him pitifully..."

"He? Who is he?" Long Zhao asked.

Qing Huan glanced at Long Zhao, and said, "He was outside just now, alone with an unknown thing... Lord Long, you should at least care about your son more."

"This is your son too..." Long Zhao swallowed the following words on Qing Huan's ugly face - he admitted that he was showing more and more signs of "bronchitis".

"He...he's not a bad guy..." Jiujiu hurriedly explained: "We've known each other for a while... Others don't play with me, so he plays with me..."

Qing Huan frowned: "What do you mean that others don't play with you, but he plays with you?"