The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

   Chapter 168 Golden Master, little brother, you are waiting

  Tang Jin looks too good.

  Although he has a small bald head, his eyebrows and eyes are straight, his skin is white and powdery, especially his pair of cat eyes, which are large and round, and the color is pitch black without any reddish brown.

When    looked straight at people like this, he was full of an innocent and well-behaved feeling.

   Xiaomai sound is also very nice.

   Even though Fan Xun ate something when he came, he looked at these eyes and nodded subconsciously.

   Then those beautiful and bright eyes lit up.

   "Today's kindergarten activity, I made dumplings, fried rice stuffing, do you want to try it?"

  Although the small dumplings have been eaten, it does not prevent the small dumplings from selling the dumplings.

   Zhang Zhi has already prepared this dumpling filling, and even tasted it quietly with Mr. Tang just now.

   can not be said to be unpalatable.

   is psychologically subtle.

   The most important thing is that she couldn't see what Fan Xun was thinking, and with Fan Xun's situation, she was a little afraid that her little cub would scare people.

   After all, her cousin is only ten years old.

   I have been living in such an environment before, and it is inevitable to worry about returning to normal at first. I am afraid that if he is too enthusiastic, he will not learn to refuse, and if he is too casual, he will feel that he is not valued.

   She has three cubs, except for the youngest, who has been frail and sick since she was a child, she did not worry too much about other things.

When    took over Fan Xun at first, she really felt a little clueless.

   Hearing that he didn't answer, Zhang Zhigang wanted to honor his baby.

   heard Fan Xun finally speak, still a little hoarse, but has recovered a lot of childish innocence.

"is it okay?"

   And his little cub didn't recognize the child at all, so he stretched out his hand and pulled someone to the living room.

   Zhang Zhi watched, then laughed.

   But she was too worried.

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   The dumplings are hot.

   Tang Wenhuo, Tang Micheng, and Tang Yan went home in turn.

   was not overwhelmed by the fried rice-filled dumplings. It was not much different from what Zhang Zhi thought. As soon as they got home, one or two were holding bowls and waiting to taste their precious sister's masterpiece.

   "Don't you need to go to self-study at night in high school? You came back really early today."

Tang Wenhuo held the bowl chair and leaned to the side. He was wearing a black shirt inside with his cuffs rolled up, revealing his fair and beautiful muscles. His fox eyes were slightly squinted, and the mirrors were slightly reflective. On Tang Yan.

   "The first grader can decide whether to go to self-study or not."

  Tang Yan replied in a low voice, not to be outdone: "It's like, cousin, that you are very busy with your work today."

   "This is my sister, of course my brother has to come to support."

  Tang Yan choked up when he heard this, of course he wouldn't try to pretend to be sympathetic to the poor little boy Bo in front of his own brother, he had to raise his chopsticks, aim at the dumplings brought by his aunt at home, and grab the first one.

   The little milk dumpling swayed her two short legs and squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

  Xiaojiao sat on the small high stool happily, eating too much and uncomfortable. The aunt at home was also distressed. She specially cooked Xiaoshi soup, poured the sweet and sour soup into a cup, and let the little dumpling drink it by herself.

   Fan Xun was sitting next to her.

  The first wave of hot dumplings in the boy's bowl has been eaten more than half.

  Tang Micheng hurriedly sat on the other side of Tang Jin, with a fleshy little face, looking at this young man of the same age with a slightly critical look, and finally joined the dumpling competition.

   "How is it? How is it? I said it today, it's delicious, right?"

   Seeing that he had finished eating, the little dumpling greeted his aunt and poured him a cup of soup for digestion, and said a little proudly.

  Fan Xun is indeed a bit over the top.

   He just carefully looked at the small dumplings beside him and the surrounding environment. His eyes were still a little dazed, but under the recommendation of the small dumplings - the boy successfully changed his favorite food into dumplings filled with fried rice.

  The warm Xiaoshi soup entered the stomach and was warm.

  Fan Xun raised his eyes.

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   In the kitchen, Zhang Zhi was holding a few odd-shaped dumplings and looked at Tang Chuang with a funny face: "Is this the dumpling made by the pillars of our family?"

  Tang Chuang:…

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   Next to the table.

  Tang Wenhuo: "You can eat two less, it will be funny if you can't eat the dumplings later."

  Tang Yan: "With each other."

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   And the little dumpling beside him was blinking at him with big cat pupils, Tang Micheng looked over and snorted lightly.

"Your student registration has arrived at our school. You have to pack up and have breakfast before 7:30 tomorrow morning. I will take you to class at 8 o'clock. The aunt will find someone to make up for the missed class. Don't be late, by the way, don't. I thought you were two months older than me, and I would call you brother."

   Little Fatty is a little puffed up.

  I also went to see the small dumplings holding cups and drinking.

  There are so many brothers in the family who can't satisfy her, so it's not enough to find a wild brother outside, and she has to bring another one back to compete for favor.

  Tang Micheng was on guard and leaned beside the little dumpling.

  Tang Jin tilted his head, his big cat pupils looked behind him.

   As if there was something behind him.

   This familiar feeling made Tang Micheng a hair.

   froze: "What, what's wrong?"

  Tang Jin blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand - plucked a ball of down jacket from his hair.

   "Stained with fur."

  Tang Jin is serious and extraordinarily innocent.

  Tang Micheng:…

   "Are you scaring me again?"

   "I won't scare the obedient brother today."

   The little **** looked innocent and asked softly.

   "Brother, are you disobedient?"

  Tang Micheng choked and went back to eat his dumplings angrily.

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   Everything in front of me is vivid and indescribable.

   It is not the coldness that can only accompany the wind in front of the window, and the decision to give up even the wind in the end.

   The body is very warm, so you don’t have to think about what to do when you are hungry, and you don’t have to think about the pain in your body.

   Fan Xun looked at it for a long time, and finally slightly curved the corners of his lips.

   Dumplings filled with fried rice.

   is really delicious.

  ***

   The next morning.

  The winter sun is like flowing light golden ink, shimmering on the ground through the glass.

   In soft futon.

   A small figure was caught in it.

  The kindergarten is closed today, so she can stay in bed.

   The soft little cutie and the warm blanket in winter have reached a two-way run, and no one is willing to leave anyone.

  Tang Jin huddled under the quilt, not wanting to take out his little hands from the quilt.

  Blindly opened his eyes, huddled under the covers, pinched his mobile phone, and happily counted and received money. When he made money to Senior Brother Chang An, he did not forget to greet Master's health and well-being.

   Knowing that the house was damaged by strong winds this winter, and Taoist Qingshan lost another bank card, the pillar of Sanqing Taoist Temple said it was not unexpected.

  Fortunately, she can make money, otherwise, Master and Brother, they have no money to eat, and if they cry, they can't coax her.

   As far as Master’s fate is concerned…

   Little milk sighed softly today.

   You have to make more money.

   Suddenly another message popped up.

  Rong Yinghui: 'Little Master, are you awake? In an emergency, my uncle had a high fever last night. We were busy all night and still have a fever. I wonder if it has something to do with those things. Is the little master free today? ’

   In the mobile phone address book, the avatar frame belonging to the beautiful gold master's little brother is still stuck on the greeting words from yesterday morning and his emoji with great contrast.

  The little **** sat up against the quilt.

   Press the record button.

   emits a calm and reliable soft sound.

   "Coming soon."

   She got out of bed to get her clothes, her face was serious and serious.

  Golden Master, little brother, you are waiting.

   Today is here!

   Fan Xun, a young boy who was led astray by Jinzai.

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   Happy late Lantern Festival~!

   Ah Qing is really uncomfortable today, paralyzed for a day

   I’m still very uncomfortable

   When I feel uncomfortable, how do I look at the words I typed out? I am not satisfied with the deletion and modification. I have only managed to finish a chapter

   Take a little vacation

   A Qing will be more comfortable

   Ah Qing continued to lie down

   Babies, be safe

   (end of this chapter)