The mutual quarrel between the couple was just a small episode. The beautiful snowman was quickly completed with everyone's cooperation. Two big snowmen and four small snowmen stood side by side in the yard, all of them were chubby and chubby.
, so cute.
Cui Zhiduan introduced excitedly: "This is father and mother. The youngest snowman is our sister."
The smallest snowman is made by Jade Pan.
Ye Zhenzhen took a closer look and found that each of the six snowmen had its own characteristics, which fully reflected the personality of the maker. Compared with the two large snowmen crafted by Cui Weizhen, the snowmen made by the children looked more childlike.
, so naive.
She told the jade plate: "Take care of them carefully these days. These snowmen are very beautiful. Please keep them for a while."
Yupan patted her small chest and assured: "Madam, don't worry, I will definitely watch over them and never let these little snowmen deform."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded with satisfaction and called the children back to the main room to rest. The ginger soup that had been prepared in the kitchen was brought to them, and some people's expressions suddenly changed slightly.
"I just played in the snow, drink some ginger soup to drive away the cold, so as not to get sick."
Cui Zhiming and Ningkang were good children and drank the ginger soup without saying a word, but Cui Weizhen and Cui Zhiduan hesitated.
Alas, as expected of father and son, they have exactly the same temperament in hating ginger soup.
Ye Zhenzhen put down the empty bowl and raised an eyebrow at the child's father: "Child's father, lead by example."
Cui Weizhen: "..."
It was just a matter of building a snowman for a while, and it didn't matter at all based on his physical condition, but Zhen'er wanted him to drink ginger soup, which showed that she was still angry and was deliberately teasing him.
The son was peeking at the dog next to him, imitating his father's attitude. Cui Weizhen twitched the corner of his mouth and could only bite the bullet and drank the ginger soup in one gulp.
Hey, ginger soup is indeed the most unpleasant thing to drink.
Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips to cover up her almost amused voice, and when she faced her son, she put on the face of a strict mother: "Execute, be obedient, you are the only one left without a drink."
Cui Zhiduan looked left and right. He couldn't find an ally. He picked up the ginger soup and sipped it with a sad look on his face. It took him a long time to take a sip.
啕~~
Ye Zhenzhen patted his shoulder: "...Don't make trouble, drink quickly."
Unable to win sympathy, Cui Zhiduan had no choice but to put on a mask of pain and drank a bowl of ginger soup as if he was drinking poison, and then his whole body felt bad.
Cui Weizhen felt the same and ordered: "Bring me some candied fruits."
Qiu Wu quickly brought the candied fruits. Cui Zhiduan's eyes lit up and he thanked sweetly: "Thank you, dad."
No one needed to feed them, so they took the initiative to twist a candied fruit and put it into their mouth, squinting their eyes happily. Although the two children Cui Zhiming and Ning Kang were not afraid of the taste of ginger soup, they still enjoyed the taste of candied fruit.
Cui Weizhen glanced at the child and then at the candied fruit, his expression calm.
For some reason, Ye Zhenzhen wanted to laugh, but in fact she also laughed: "Dad, do you want some candied fruit too?"
She said this next to Cui Weizhen's ear. The soft air sprayed on the ear, which made her feel a little itchy. For a moment, she didn't know whether it was her ears or her heart that was itching.
Cui Weizhen grinded his teeth and his narrow eyes widened: "No need!"
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help laughing again, she took it upon herself to twist a candied fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, and said coquettishly: "Oh, you're welcome, our family treats children equally.
If you want to eat preserves, there’s no need to beat around the bush.”
