Chapter 370
Yiyi's Butter Fruit
Chapter 370 Yiyi's Butter Fruit
"This is Little Butterfly, and this is Vegetable Dumpling..." Song Ci introduced the two parties.
The lively Vegetable Dumpling walked around the chubby pier twice curiously, making the little chubby feel uncomfortable.
"You child, why did you die?" Cai Dumpling asked in an old-fashioned way.
Even the cheerful and generous little fat pier was intimidated by the vegetable dumplings, not to mention that the other party was a walker.
So Qi Qi Ai Ai said: "I fell ill and died."
"Oh, you got sick and died too, and so did I."
Vegetable dumplings were very excited when they heard the words, and felt like they had a bosom friend.
"Okay, you two are looking for two people, one is Lu Yunzhou's mother, Jiang Yanyan, and the other is a six-year-old girl named Huang Haiyi."
"Okay."
Little Butterfly and Cai Jiaozi responded, and then disappeared in front of their eyes.
Song Ci then turned his head and said to Xiaopangdun: "Don't worry, there are two of them, and they will help you find your mother and sister soon."
"Yeah." The little fat man nodded with joy.
Song Ci pulled him and walked into the house again.
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"Honey, don't lie here, go for a walk outside, I just happen to clean up the house too."
He Hongmei looked at Huang Youguo lying on the sofa with a dull expression, and sighed helplessly in her heart.
When Huang Youguo heard the voice, he turned his head to look at He Hongmei, then turned over and sat up with a dull expression, and was about to go out when he got up.
"You wait."
He Hongmei stopped him, then quickly went into the bathroom, took out a comb, and combed his hair twice.
"Take a shower tonight and wash your hair. You haven't washed your hair for a few days?"
He Hongmei looked at the comb, feeling distressed. She just combed lightly just now, and the comb was full of hair loss.
After her daughter died, she didn't expect her husband to be more fragile and sad than her. It's been a month, and he is still confused all day long.
Instead, she herself, after the grief, quickly regained her strength.
"Go to the supermarket and buy some tofu for me." He Hongmei urged.
Buying tofu is fake. I mainly want my husband to go out for a walk instead of being bored at home all the time.
Huang Youguo nodded when he heard the words, and then walked outside the door.
He Hongmei was a little worried, walked to the window and looked downstairs.
After waiting for about two or three minutes, I finally saw the figure of my husband, with his hands behind his back, his head lowered, and he walked slowly forward.
He Hongmei felt in a trance for a while, and the pictures of the past appeared in front of her eyes. She stood in front of the window and stood in the same position, watching the father and daughter walking downstairs with their hands behind their backs. The two said a few words from time to time, and then even Upstairs, you can hear your daughter's cheerful laughter.
He Hongmei felt a sudden itchiness on her cheeks, she reached out to wipe it away, and at some point, her face was already covered with tears.
At this time, Huang Youguo, who was walking halfway with his hands behind his back, suddenly turned around and looked behind him.
Because he heard a small voice shouting loudly behind him: "Young Butter Fruit, slow down, wait for me."
That milky voice, soft and soft, can always poke the softness in his heart every time.
"Call me Dad."
"Okay, butter fruit."
And every time at this time, he always bent down to pick her up, and then patted her butt twice.
"Naughty, I want a spanking."
Huang Youguo seemed to see his daughter running towards him, he subconsciously bent down and stretched out his arms.
But as soon as he bent down, his daughter disappeared before his eyes like a bubble.
Huang Youguo was stunned for a moment, then straightened up, unable to bear it any longer, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand.
Feeling something in my heart, I looked up, and sure enough, I saw a vague figure standing in front of the upstairs window.
He knew that his wife must be watching from the window again. Every time he took his daughter down before, she would always stand behind the window and watch anxiously.
Huang Youguo withdrew his gaze, put his hands behind his back, and continued walking silently.
In Shimen in winter, the weather is extremely cold, and the sky is gloomy, as if it is about to collapse.
"Is it going to snow?" Huang Youguo murmured in a low voice.
If my daughter is still alive, she must be very happy. She likes snow the most.
It’s snowing, you can take a sleigh ride, have a snowball fight, make a snowman...
Huang Youguo came to the nearby supermarket, went straight to the soy products section, bought a piece of tofu, and then carried the tofu to leave, without the intention of going to the supermarket at all.
But when passing by the toy area, he couldn't help subconsciously stopping his steps, and then looked towards the long passage.
There seems to be a small figure squatting there, looking up at the rows of toys.
"Dad, can you buy me a toy?"
"No, there are already many at home."
"But...but I want a new toy. I don't like playing with the ones at home anymore."
"It's like this every time. After buying the toy for three days, you don't even look at it and throw it aside. This is too wasteful."
"No, I just...just hide him and play with him later."
"No, no, no."
"It's stingy."
"Your mother is not stingy, go and tell your mother."
"Oh... let's forget it then."
The small appearance of the daughter frowning and pouting seems to appear in front of her eyes.
Huang Youguo walked quickly past the shelves, he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would no longer be able to hold back his tears.
When he came to the cash register, he lowered his head, trying not to let others see his sad face.
Show the payment code prepared in advance to the other party, and after scanning the code, take the tofu out of the supermarket.
As soon as I went out, the cold wind blowing outside, a little bit of coolness fell on my face, I looked up at the sky, and saw white snowflakes falling from the sky.
"Snowing."
Huang Youguo stomped his feet, pulled up the collar of his coat, and then walked quickly into the snowy sky.
At this time, the snow has only just begun, and it is not falling much, but the air is exceptionally cold.
Huang Youguo felt that his hand holding the tofu seemed to be frozen.
The air he breathed out condensed into clouds of white mist in the air.
Huang Youguo shrank his neck and walked several hundred meters forward.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a small milk voice behind him shouting: "Dad, don't go so fast, wait for me."
He was too familiar with this voice, it was his daughter's unique milk voice.
"Hearing hallucinations again." Huang Youguo laughed at himself, showing a bitter smile, and then walked on.
But at this moment, there was a panting sound behind him.
At the same time, the little milk voice said again: "Yangyouguo, don't run away."
Huang Youguo had an unbelievable expression on his face, his body was as stiff as a machine, he turned around slowly, and then he saw a small figure running towards him with short legs facing the wind and snow.
"Big villain, I call you, why are you running so fast."
The little man ran up to him, with his hips akimbo, and looked annoyed.
The little man had a round, fleshy face, big watery eyes, and was wearing a yellow sweater, a blue suspender skirt, and a big hamburger on his chest.
A gust of cold wind blew, and the little man in thin clothes couldn't help shivering.
Seeing this, Huang Youguo subconsciously pulled in his heart, then hurriedly unbuttoned his coat, squatted down, and wrapped the little man in his arms.
Even with the soft body of the little person in his arms, he still felt unbelievable.
"Yiyi?" He asked tentatively in a low voice.
It seemed that he was afraid that his voice would disturb the little man and fly away from his arms.
"Father." Yiyi struggled to pull her arms out of his coat, and put her arms around his neck.
Huang Youguo finally confirmed that this was not his hallucination, but that his daughter had really returned.
Holding his daughter in his arms, he couldn't bear it any longer, and burst into tears in the snowstorm.
"Don't cry, dad, you are a brave dad."
Yiyi patted Huang Youguo's back lightly with her small hands, comforting in a low voice.
"Yiyi, baby, Dad misses you, Dad misses you to death, how can Dad live without you..."
Yiyi, who was comforting her father, gradually became sad and began to sob softly. Yiyi's crying woke Huang Youguo up.
He quickly picked up his daughter, turned around and walked home.
He arched his body and shrunk his shoulders, as if to protect his daughter from the cold wind, but also as if he was afraid that her daughter would be snatched away by others.
Seeing that his daughter's little arms were still exposed, he quickly grabbed her little arms and stuffed them into his windbreaker.
As for the tofu, I don't know where he left it for a long time.
Just as he was putting his daughter's arms into his clothes, he suddenly noticed that her daughter seemed to be beckoning to someone behind her.
He turned his head suddenly, and saw three people, one big, two small, standing in the wind and rain, looking in this direction.
"Who are they?" Huang Youguo asked suspiciously.
At this time, he returned to his sanity, and countless questions rose from his heart.
Why did the dead daughter appear in front of my eyes alive.
Even if the daughter is not dead, why is she as healthy as when she was not sick.
It feels like a dream, everything seems so unreal.
But the cold wind and snowflakes patted his face coldly, making him feel that everything was so real again.
"That's Uncle Immortal, Sister Xingzhe and Brother Yunzhou." At this moment, his daughter whispered in his ear.
After speaking, he stretched out his hand again and waved towards the distance.
The first two names mentioned by Yiyi seemed strange to him, but the last one was very familiar to him.
So he asked back: "Is it Brother Yunzhou who is in the same ward as you?"
Yiyi nodded.
Huang Youguo felt that this world was even more unreal.
Because that little chubby also died a month ago, and his mother returned the money donated to her after finishing the funeral.
His wife told him about it, full of regret and heartache.
Could it be that everything is false, is there something wrong with my memory?
He was very puzzled, but he was very rational. He didn't go forward to ask, but hugged his daughter and hurried home, just go home, just go home...
When he reached the door of the house, Huang Youguo took out the key. He didn't know whether his fingers were frozen or he was too nervous. He tried several times, but he couldn't open the door.
But Yiyi had long been impatient and yelled loudly.
"Mom, I'm back, open the door quickly!"
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After He Hongmei paid her husband out, she started to get busy with lunch.
But there seems to be the shadow of her daughter everywhere in the house, which keeps her distracted.
Looking at the stove, there are daughter's feeding bottle, feeding bottle brush, small chopsticks and small spoons, etc. on the table.
Open the cabinet, there are daughters and small bowls and small plates, as well as her favorite little yellow duck cup.
Walking to the living room, the daughter's car is placed in the living room, and her little quilt and plush toys are sitting on the sofa.
The daughter left them, but she didn't seem to leave them, her shadow was everywhere.
So much so that when cooking rice, I will subconsciously add more water, so that the cooked rice will be softer and easier for Yiyi to swallow.
When cooking, use less oil, less salt and less spicy food. Eating too much of these is unhealthy.
When she realized that she didn't need to do this now, it was already too late, so she had to keep doing it.
"Husband bought some tofu, why hasn't he come back yet?"
Seeing that the food was almost cooked and Huang Youguo hadn't come back yet, He Hongmei, who had just driven her husband out, became worried again.
Nothing will happen on the way, will it?
He Hongmei ran to the window to look around, only to find that it had started to snow, the outside was completely white, and no one could be seen clearly.
He Hongmei stood at the window and looked around for a while. Although she still didn't see anyone, she figured it out a bit.
He's such an old man, so there's nothing to worry about, he's really worrying about it.
So I went back to the kitchen and prepared to make another soup.
It's snowing, drink some soup, and keep warm.
At this moment, she vaguely heard the sound of the door opening.
He Hongmei breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.
She didn't greet her from the kitchen, but continued to work on herself, because Huang Youguo took the key with him when he went out.
At this moment, she vaguely heard her daughter's coquettish voice.
"Mom, I'm back, open the door quickly!"
"coming."
He Hongmei hurriedly wiped her hands on her apron, then rushed out of the kitchen, and did not react until the living room.
"I'm so confused." She laughed to herself.
But since they all came out of the kitchen, she didn't turn back to the kitchen, but went to the door and opened it.
"Buy tofu..."
She smiled and said, and then froze before she finished speaking, because she saw the little head protruding from Huang Youguo's coat.
This made her longing for the face she was familiar with so much that she couldn't be more familiar with it.
"Mother."
The little man stretched out his arms from his father's arms to hug him.
He Hongmei stretched out her hand subconsciously, and hugged the little man.
Yiyi was hugged by her mother, immediately put her arms around her neck, and kissed her with a bang.
"Mom, I miss you, I want you to hug me." Yiyi said in a childish voice.
"Yiyi?"
He Hongmei only realized it at this time, but felt even more unbelievable, so she asked tentatively.
"Well, what's the matter Mom?"
Yiyi tilted her head, her face was full of doubts.
"Are you really my Yiyi?" He Hongmei asked tremblingly.
"Of course, I'm your baby!" Yiyi nodded obediently.
"Yiyi, mother's baby." He Hongmei cried loudly with Yiyi in her arms, her body trembling from crying.
At this moment, there was a piercing sound from the kitchen.
The soup cooked by He Hongmei came out.
A burnt smell immediately filled the room.
Yiyi panicked and said: "Mom, stop crying, it's on fire, let's run quickly."
Seeing her daughter's nervous and cute appearance, He Hongmei, who was sad, couldn't help laughing.
But Huang Youguo had already rushed into the kitchen and turned off the fire.
(End of this chapter)
"This is Little Butterfly, and this is Vegetable Dumpling..." Song Ci introduced the two parties.
The lively Vegetable Dumpling walked around the chubby pier twice curiously, making the little chubby feel uncomfortable.
"You child, why did you die?" Cai Dumpling asked in an old-fashioned way.
Even the cheerful and generous little fat pier was intimidated by the vegetable dumplings, not to mention that the other party was a walker.
So Qi Qi Ai Ai said: "I fell ill and died."
"Oh, you got sick and died too, and so did I."
Vegetable dumplings were very excited when they heard the words, and felt like they had a bosom friend.
"Okay, you two are looking for two people, one is Lu Yunzhou's mother, Jiang Yanyan, and the other is a six-year-old girl named Huang Haiyi."
"Okay."
Little Butterfly and Cai Jiaozi responded, and then disappeared in front of their eyes.
Song Ci then turned his head and said to Xiaopangdun: "Don't worry, there are two of them, and they will help you find your mother and sister soon."
"Yeah." The little fat man nodded with joy.
Song Ci pulled him and walked into the house again.
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"Honey, don't lie here, go for a walk outside, I just happen to clean up the house too."
He Hongmei looked at Huang Youguo lying on the sofa with a dull expression, and sighed helplessly in her heart.
When Huang Youguo heard the voice, he turned his head to look at He Hongmei, then turned over and sat up with a dull expression, and was about to go out when he got up.
"You wait."
He Hongmei stopped him, then quickly went into the bathroom, took out a comb, and combed his hair twice.
"Take a shower tonight and wash your hair. You haven't washed your hair for a few days?"
He Hongmei looked at the comb, feeling distressed. She just combed lightly just now, and the comb was full of hair loss.
After her daughter died, she didn't expect her husband to be more fragile and sad than her. It's been a month, and he is still confused all day long.
Instead, she herself, after the grief, quickly regained her strength.
"Go to the supermarket and buy some tofu for me." He Hongmei urged.
Buying tofu is fake. I mainly want my husband to go out for a walk instead of being bored at home all the time.
Huang Youguo nodded when he heard the words, and then walked outside the door.
He Hongmei was a little worried, walked to the window and looked downstairs.
After waiting for about two or three minutes, I finally saw the figure of my husband, with his hands behind his back, his head lowered, and he walked slowly forward.
He Hongmei felt in a trance for a while, and the pictures of the past appeared in front of her eyes. She stood in front of the window and stood in the same position, watching the father and daughter walking downstairs with their hands behind their backs. The two said a few words from time to time, and then even Upstairs, you can hear your daughter's cheerful laughter.
He Hongmei felt a sudden itchiness on her cheeks, she reached out to wipe it away, and at some point, her face was already covered with tears.
At this time, Huang Youguo, who was walking halfway with his hands behind his back, suddenly turned around and looked behind him.
Because he heard a small voice shouting loudly behind him: "Young Butter Fruit, slow down, wait for me."
That milky voice, soft and soft, can always poke the softness in his heart every time.
"Call me Dad."
"Okay, butter fruit."
And every time at this time, he always bent down to pick her up, and then patted her butt twice.
"Naughty, I want a spanking."
Huang Youguo seemed to see his daughter running towards him, he subconsciously bent down and stretched out his arms.
But as soon as he bent down, his daughter disappeared before his eyes like a bubble.
Huang Youguo was stunned for a moment, then straightened up, unable to bear it any longer, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand.
Feeling something in my heart, I looked up, and sure enough, I saw a vague figure standing in front of the upstairs window.
He knew that his wife must be watching from the window again. Every time he took his daughter down before, she would always stand behind the window and watch anxiously.
Huang Youguo withdrew his gaze, put his hands behind his back, and continued walking silently.
In Shimen in winter, the weather is extremely cold, and the sky is gloomy, as if it is about to collapse.
"Is it going to snow?" Huang Youguo murmured in a low voice.
If my daughter is still alive, she must be very happy. She likes snow the most.
It’s snowing, you can take a sleigh ride, have a snowball fight, make a snowman...
Huang Youguo came to the nearby supermarket, went straight to the soy products section, bought a piece of tofu, and then carried the tofu to leave, without the intention of going to the supermarket at all.
But when passing by the toy area, he couldn't help subconsciously stopping his steps, and then looked towards the long passage.
There seems to be a small figure squatting there, looking up at the rows of toys.
"Dad, can you buy me a toy?"
"No, there are already many at home."
"But...but I want a new toy. I don't like playing with the ones at home anymore."
"It's like this every time. After buying the toy for three days, you don't even look at it and throw it aside. This is too wasteful."
"No, I just...just hide him and play with him later."
"No, no, no."
"It's stingy."
"Your mother is not stingy, go and tell your mother."
"Oh... let's forget it then."
The small appearance of the daughter frowning and pouting seems to appear in front of her eyes.
Huang Youguo walked quickly past the shelves, he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would no longer be able to hold back his tears.
When he came to the cash register, he lowered his head, trying not to let others see his sad face.
Show the payment code prepared in advance to the other party, and after scanning the code, take the tofu out of the supermarket.
As soon as I went out, the cold wind blowing outside, a little bit of coolness fell on my face, I looked up at the sky, and saw white snowflakes falling from the sky.
"Snowing."
Huang Youguo stomped his feet, pulled up the collar of his coat, and then walked quickly into the snowy sky.
At this time, the snow has only just begun, and it is not falling much, but the air is exceptionally cold.
Huang Youguo felt that his hand holding the tofu seemed to be frozen.
The air he breathed out condensed into clouds of white mist in the air.
Huang Youguo shrank his neck and walked several hundred meters forward.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a small milk voice behind him shouting: "Dad, don't go so fast, wait for me."
He was too familiar with this voice, it was his daughter's unique milk voice.
"Hearing hallucinations again." Huang Youguo laughed at himself, showing a bitter smile, and then walked on.
But at this moment, there was a panting sound behind him.
At the same time, the little milk voice said again: "Yangyouguo, don't run away."
Huang Youguo had an unbelievable expression on his face, his body was as stiff as a machine, he turned around slowly, and then he saw a small figure running towards him with short legs facing the wind and snow.
"Big villain, I call you, why are you running so fast."
The little man ran up to him, with his hips akimbo, and looked annoyed.
The little man had a round, fleshy face, big watery eyes, and was wearing a yellow sweater, a blue suspender skirt, and a big hamburger on his chest.
A gust of cold wind blew, and the little man in thin clothes couldn't help shivering.
Seeing this, Huang Youguo subconsciously pulled in his heart, then hurriedly unbuttoned his coat, squatted down, and wrapped the little man in his arms.
Even with the soft body of the little person in his arms, he still felt unbelievable.
"Yiyi?" He asked tentatively in a low voice.
It seemed that he was afraid that his voice would disturb the little man and fly away from his arms.
"Father." Yiyi struggled to pull her arms out of his coat, and put her arms around his neck.
Huang Youguo finally confirmed that this was not his hallucination, but that his daughter had really returned.
Holding his daughter in his arms, he couldn't bear it any longer, and burst into tears in the snowstorm.
"Don't cry, dad, you are a brave dad."
Yiyi patted Huang Youguo's back lightly with her small hands, comforting in a low voice.
"Yiyi, baby, Dad misses you, Dad misses you to death, how can Dad live without you..."
Yiyi, who was comforting her father, gradually became sad and began to sob softly. Yiyi's crying woke Huang Youguo up.
He quickly picked up his daughter, turned around and walked home.
He arched his body and shrunk his shoulders, as if to protect his daughter from the cold wind, but also as if he was afraid that her daughter would be snatched away by others.
Seeing that his daughter's little arms were still exposed, he quickly grabbed her little arms and stuffed them into his windbreaker.
As for the tofu, I don't know where he left it for a long time.
Just as he was putting his daughter's arms into his clothes, he suddenly noticed that her daughter seemed to be beckoning to someone behind her.
He turned his head suddenly, and saw three people, one big, two small, standing in the wind and rain, looking in this direction.
"Who are they?" Huang Youguo asked suspiciously.
At this time, he returned to his sanity, and countless questions rose from his heart.
Why did the dead daughter appear in front of my eyes alive.
Even if the daughter is not dead, why is she as healthy as when she was not sick.
It feels like a dream, everything seems so unreal.
But the cold wind and snowflakes patted his face coldly, making him feel that everything was so real again.
"That's Uncle Immortal, Sister Xingzhe and Brother Yunzhou." At this moment, his daughter whispered in his ear.
After speaking, he stretched out his hand again and waved towards the distance.
The first two names mentioned by Yiyi seemed strange to him, but the last one was very familiar to him.
So he asked back: "Is it Brother Yunzhou who is in the same ward as you?"
Yiyi nodded.
Huang Youguo felt that this world was even more unreal.
Because that little chubby also died a month ago, and his mother returned the money donated to her after finishing the funeral.
His wife told him about it, full of regret and heartache.
Could it be that everything is false, is there something wrong with my memory?
He was very puzzled, but he was very rational. He didn't go forward to ask, but hugged his daughter and hurried home, just go home, just go home...
When he reached the door of the house, Huang Youguo took out the key. He didn't know whether his fingers were frozen or he was too nervous. He tried several times, but he couldn't open the door.
But Yiyi had long been impatient and yelled loudly.
"Mom, I'm back, open the door quickly!"
………………
After He Hongmei paid her husband out, she started to get busy with lunch.
But there seems to be the shadow of her daughter everywhere in the house, which keeps her distracted.
Looking at the stove, there are daughter's feeding bottle, feeding bottle brush, small chopsticks and small spoons, etc. on the table.
Open the cabinet, there are daughters and small bowls and small plates, as well as her favorite little yellow duck cup.
Walking to the living room, the daughter's car is placed in the living room, and her little quilt and plush toys are sitting on the sofa.
The daughter left them, but she didn't seem to leave them, her shadow was everywhere.
So much so that when cooking rice, I will subconsciously add more water, so that the cooked rice will be softer and easier for Yiyi to swallow.
When cooking, use less oil, less salt and less spicy food. Eating too much of these is unhealthy.
When she realized that she didn't need to do this now, it was already too late, so she had to keep doing it.
"Husband bought some tofu, why hasn't he come back yet?"
Seeing that the food was almost cooked and Huang Youguo hadn't come back yet, He Hongmei, who had just driven her husband out, became worried again.
Nothing will happen on the way, will it?
He Hongmei ran to the window to look around, only to find that it had started to snow, the outside was completely white, and no one could be seen clearly.
He Hongmei stood at the window and looked around for a while. Although she still didn't see anyone, she figured it out a bit.
He's such an old man, so there's nothing to worry about, he's really worrying about it.
So I went back to the kitchen and prepared to make another soup.
It's snowing, drink some soup, and keep warm.
At this moment, she vaguely heard the sound of the door opening.
He Hongmei breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.
She didn't greet her from the kitchen, but continued to work on herself, because Huang Youguo took the key with him when he went out.
At this moment, she vaguely heard her daughter's coquettish voice.
"Mom, I'm back, open the door quickly!"
"coming."
He Hongmei hurriedly wiped her hands on her apron, then rushed out of the kitchen, and did not react until the living room.
"I'm so confused." She laughed to herself.
But since they all came out of the kitchen, she didn't turn back to the kitchen, but went to the door and opened it.
"Buy tofu..."
She smiled and said, and then froze before she finished speaking, because she saw the little head protruding from Huang Youguo's coat.
This made her longing for the face she was familiar with so much that she couldn't be more familiar with it.
"Mother."
The little man stretched out his arms from his father's arms to hug him.
He Hongmei stretched out her hand subconsciously, and hugged the little man.
Yiyi was hugged by her mother, immediately put her arms around her neck, and kissed her with a bang.
"Mom, I miss you, I want you to hug me." Yiyi said in a childish voice.
"Yiyi?"
He Hongmei only realized it at this time, but felt even more unbelievable, so she asked tentatively.
"Well, what's the matter Mom?"
Yiyi tilted her head, her face was full of doubts.
"Are you really my Yiyi?" He Hongmei asked tremblingly.
"Of course, I'm your baby!" Yiyi nodded obediently.
"Yiyi, mother's baby." He Hongmei cried loudly with Yiyi in her arms, her body trembling from crying.
At this moment, there was a piercing sound from the kitchen.
The soup cooked by He Hongmei came out.
A burnt smell immediately filled the room.
Yiyi panicked and said: "Mom, stop crying, it's on fire, let's run quickly."
Seeing her daughter's nervous and cute appearance, He Hongmei, who was sad, couldn't help laughing.
But Huang Youguo had already rushed into the kitchen and turned off the fire.
(End of this chapter)