"Fathers, don't be jealous."

The little dumpling raised his paws and hugged his little head, pouting his little mouth and letting out a deep sigh.

Hey!

Dads are more like six-year-old Tuantuan than Tangtang.

Countless silver-wing butterflies flew out from behind her little head, and soon formed three identical pictures in mid-air:

"This one was left in Qinyuan for the rich dad, and the other three are hung in the General's Mansion, the Valley of Immortal Doctors, and the beautiful dad's imperial study room."

Little Tuantuan was still standing on tiptoe, patiently answering his father's questions: "So every picture is carefully made by Tangtang, there is no difference."

Only then did the expressions of the four dads change from cloudy to sunny.

They sent their capable people around to take the four paintings to a special shop to be framed and hung in the most conspicuous place.

After finishing their work, the four of them looked at each other triumphantly: "Humph!"

I hang my daughter’s paintings the fastest!

Young Master Yun waved his fan proudly: "Go back where you came from. I want to talk about the happiness of family relationship with my daughter."

Feng Hanchu sneered: "Junior Brother Su must have forgotten that Little Pastry will be living in the palace these days. If you steal her out today, your arrival at Qinyuan will be postponed by one day."

"Why?"

Gongzi Yun exploded on the spot: "Being bullied by your wife, son and daughter every day in the palace? Not to mention me, who of you can stand it?"

Xuan Mo and Bu Chen: "I can't stand it!"

Feng Hanchu looked at the infuriating junior brother who looked like a banished immortal: "Speaking of which, you shouldn't be with me? What good will it do to you if Little Pastry leaves the palace?"

Bu Chen: "I have a private residence in the capital, so I don't need to live in the palace."

Feng Hanchu: "..."

Did you agree to treat me as a doctor?

You are a liar just because of your daughter.

Young Master Yun waved his fan: "Three against one, Tang Xiaoguai has to live in Qinyuan, no matter how many days you have left."

Feng Hanchu gritted his teeth: "Little pastry, you said you wanted to stay...you are writing to Runze again!"

Not only did I write it, I also drew a picture and sent it over.

The little pastry who was caught in the act, with his big eyes blinking and dancing on his short legs, let the silver-winged butterfly fly:

"Run quickly, beautiful daddy is coming to catch you!"

After saying that, he pouted his little mouth and blew all the little butterflies away, and then patted his paws:

"Oh, no, beautiful daddy can't catch it, just a little bit."

Feng Hanchu: "..."

You're a stinky pastry who lives in Cao's camp but is in Han's heart.

not good.

The beautiful daddy is going to get angry, run away!

Xiaotuanzi immediately jumped up while pushing the wheelchair: "Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, grandpa and Aunt Ning, see you later. Tangtang is running for his life, Chongya——"

Woo, the little dumpling ran three times and disappeared in the small garden.

The four fathers said in unison: "It's all your fault for scaring my daughter away."

A crowd of people watching: "..."

The fourth dad must be a big fool, no wonder Little Snowball/Guobaoer ran away.

The little one who escaped was exhausted, spitting out his little tongue and shouting, slumped on the roots of the big tree, and raised his feet helplessly:

"I originally wanted to give that painting as a birthday gift to my beautiful father, but I gave it to him in advance. So what should Tangtang give me next month?"

Yan Gui patted her melancholy little head: "Sister, why don't you write a picture with your own hand, or make something to give to the emperor."

Little Tuantuan pouted her little mouth and patted her paws:

"Tangtang's hands and feet are clumsier than her feet. Her handwriting is ugly. Her beautiful father is so beautiful. If his beauty is affected, he will be sad."

Yan Gui continued to comfort the depressed Tuantuan: "Then what is my sister good at?"

The little tutuan licked and licked, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Eat."

Yan Gui: "..."

There seems to be no problem with what you said.

I’m so happy talking about this little group:

"Tangtang can eat meat, candied haws, all kinds of cakes and pastries, and... Hey, why don't Tangtang learn to make a bowl of longevity noodles and make them for the beautiful daddy on his birthday?"

When we were in Yunwu Mountain, Master would make Tangtang a bowl of longevity noodles every time it was Tangtang’s birthday.

It's a pity that I can't eat it this year.

Tuantuan held her little chin in her hands, blinking her eyes and thinking:

When Master's curse is cured, Tangtang will make all the longevity noodles she owes to Master for him to eat.

Because she now has her own restaurant, and the food cooked by the master chef there is delicious. It is not difficult to make a bowl of longevity noodles.

Just do it.

The next day after coming out of junior high school, Xiaotuanzi took Yan Gui and rushed directly into the restaurant.

The shopkeeper thought that the young master was here to make toothpaste again, and just wanted to ask the master to show off, but he didn't know that the young master came into the kitchen, took a small bowl and started digging noodles.

Xiaotuan was small, so it was more difficult to carry the flour. After two trips, his face looked like a little cat.

She stretched out her pink and tender tongue and licked it. As a result, the flour on her little mouth turned into paste, as if she had a white beard.

The master chefs in the kitchen smiled from ear to ear, brought warm water, and carefully cleaned the little master Tuantuan.

Some master chefs squatted next to the little master and taught her step by step how to knead the dough, how to knead it firmly, and how to stretch the noodles.

Xiao Tuantuan learned the first few steps quickly and well.

When it comes to stretching the noodles, her little arms are too short to throw them away, and they are too strong.

The first time I broke the noodles, they flew directly to the rafters.

The second time he wrapped the noodles around his little neck.

the third time……

The little dumpling ran to Yan Gui's side and pulled off the little dough sticks on his eyebrows and nose:

"Tangtang doesn't want to learn anymore."

Yan Gui didn't care at all: "Sister, don't give up halfway, you are already very good."

At least I didn't choke myself with noodles anymore.

Xiao Tuantuan shook his little head: "It's not that I don't make noodles, it's that I learned without using flour. Tangtang wasted a lot of flour."

The master chef said that she could make steamed buns and distribute them to people begging outside, but looking at the mountains of dough, she felt shy.

"Tangtang learns it with mud first. When you're almost done, you can make it with flour, so you don't have to waste it."

She twisted her little body and looked proud as if Tangtang was very smart.

Yan Gui touched her little head and said, "Then my brother will accompany my sister to make mud noodles with mud balls."

"OK."

The two men held their paws together, carrying small baskets on their backs, and walked out of the back door of the restaurant, ready to dig some soil.

The waiter was carrying a basket of leftover steamed buns and giving them to the beggars waiting at the back door.

The beggars rushed forward.

There was a younger brother who ran the fastest, grabbed two steamed buns and ran away. The beggar who didn't grab the steamed buns chased him and beat him.

But he would rather be beaten than hold the two buns tightly in his hands, his eyes were red, and he was unwilling to let them go.

Little Tuantuan held up a small backpack and rushed forward: "Wow, why are you beating someone? Let go, little brother."

How could a beggar pay attention to her because of steamed buns?

The little Tuantuan jumped up and down anxiously, suddenly waving its paws and shouting: "Look, steamed buns!"

[Author's digression]: Yan Gui: I can smell the fresh smell of my little brother.

Tangtang: What does fresh little brother taste like?
Chapter completed!