Gu Lian and Song Xiang woke up late, with their two little ones still asleep. Lu Zechen and Yan Han got up early, went out to make phone calls, and held a simple morning meeting.
It was past seven o'clock, it was already bright, and the sun was not very bright.
After the two men finished making phone calls, they walked into the yard and found Lan Jingyu busy at work.
Lu Zechen walked closer and clicked his tongue.
Lan Jingyu turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "Brother Lu, do you have any advice?"
Lu Zechen: "You snowman is too small."
Yan Han: "The main thing is that it's ugly."
Lan Jingyu nodded, "I feel a little ugly too."
He said and left the snowman in front of him.
Lu Zechen & Yan Han:???
Xiao Sheng looked up in the snowdrift and said, "That was made by Yu Tianyu last night."
She pointed at the other snowman and Lan Jingyu, "He built that one."
Yan and Lu were silent and glanced at the regular snowman next to them.
Humming softly at the same time.
Just average.
In the kitchen, Wang Fuxue also got up to help.
Li Ying said: "That snowman Yudai must have been complained about."
Wang Fuxue glanced at it, raised the corner of her mouth, and simply said, "Last night was fine."
It's a little fox.
That guy made a good pile last night, but it snowed again all night, and the decent-looking fox was covered up.
But she took pictures, so it didn't matter.
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It was almost half past eight when Song Xiang and Gu Lian got up. They came out holding their children and heard a lot of discussion in the yard.
When I walked to the front and took a look, the corner of my mouth twitched.
There are snowmen in a yard, one is taller than the other.
What did these men do?
Wang Fuxue asked the two of them to go in for breakfast and said: "When the Buddhist temple was built, they should have been given the task of building the Buddha statues. I think they are quite talented."
Song Xiang smiled helplessly.
She wanted to ask Yan Han to come in for breakfast, but was stopped by Gu Lian.
"Stop barking. Some people are making noise. They will naturally come in when they are hungry."
I eat rice cereal every year and pat the table, "Ang!"
Song Xiang shrugged and wiped the little guy's mouth across the table, "Eat slowly, baby."
I smack my lips every year.
As expected, the group outside moved their positions. Li Ying went out to take a look around and came back to report the situation, saying that they had gone to the monk's training ground in front.
"Where are you going?" Song Xiang was a little worried. He stood up with Beibei in his arms and said, "It's cold and slippery. They can easily fall even if they fight."
Gu Lian stuffed a dumpling into her mouth, "Your husband is not made from dough, calm down, okay?"
Song Xiang swallowed the dumplings and said, "I don't know if Yan Han was made from dough, but Sister Lian, Lu Zechen is definitely not your husband, that's for sure."
Wang Fuxue also laughed.
"Let's go take a look." Song Xiang said.
Gu Lian: "Don't go, it's just people who come and go crazy. When there are more people, they will act randomly. Let them go through it. It's a training."
Song Xiang thought about it and could only sit down.
It's not that she thinks Yan Han is incompetent, that guy is also good at boxing, but he hasn't played much recently.
But men always want to save face, and when there are many people, it is easy for them to die.
Everyone else is not a fool either, and it is easy for them to act harshly if they get the upper hand.
Li Ying was still showing off her glutinous rice cakes and cabbage vermicelli soup, but she didn't even go to the front. She didn't seem to be very worried about Lan Jingyu.
The only one who went to the front was Xiao Sheng.
She was not watching the battle, she was participating in the battle, and Gong Shiheng was there to watch her.
Yu Tianyu got up the latest and had no intention of going through any trouble. He took Wang Fuxue's bowl to fill the vermicelli soup and ate it leisurely.