"Say something." Bai Jianping asked, "Old Ma has it, Xiaobai has it himself, but he doesn't?"

It tastes bad, so you must say something.

Xiaobai ate the chicken legs and laughed: "Uncle, I don't know what you did today. I won't say anything. I'll stop talking about it. I still wish you good health and whatever you eat."

"...Thank you." Bai Jianping said helplessly, thinking that he had been treated unfairly, but he worked very hard, but he never said that men had any hardships, like an elephant, silently and hard-working.

"No need to thank you, hohohoho~ Uncle, what else do you want to hear? I'll tell you."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, enough, isn't the great chicken made by my uncle delicious?"

“It’s delicious, the chicken you make is the third most delicious in the world.”

"Why is the third one? The first one must be made by your aunt, so who is the second one?"

"My grandma thia."

Bai Jianping thought about it and he actually stood in front of Zhang Tan, and he felt balanced and a little proud.

Xiaobai asked: "Uncle, why do you make great chicken so delicious? What I made is not as good as my old man."

Anyway, the old man is not here, so talk casually and don’t worry about his sadness.

"Hahaha, that's right, I'm good at craftsmanship."

"Then teach me the old man."

This is to train her old man to become a Sichuan cuisine master and become her royal chef in the future.

"I tell you, to make delicious chicken, you must first prepare a good chicken, which must be serious..."

He was interrupted by Malanhua without saying anything.

"You are not the best for making a good chicken, you must be the best in the world."

Xiaobai didn't give any face and laughed.

Tonight is a supper made by Lao Bai. Since the Malanhua opened the store, Bai Jianping has basically contracted the kitchen at home.

He understood Malanhua's hard work and prepared dinner and could eat it when she came back.

After a plate of chicken was finished, dinner was over. Bai Jianping finished eating and put down his chopsticks. Seeing that Xiaobai was still gnawing at the chicken, he was full of oil, and said, "Xiaobai, are you washing dishes tonight?"

Xiaobai waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no~"

"Is it okay? You can't wash the dishes?"

"I'm so tired today~"

Bai Jianping was not considerate of the children and insisted on washing dishes. Xiaobai just said that the stone scissors and cloth was just a stone.

Bai Jianping thought it was feasible, and he was very confident in his skills.

He won two games in three games, but he lost the first two words, and there was no need for the third game.

"Hahahahahahaha~~~ I'm laughing so hard!!!"

Xiaobai also gave no face at all and laughed ruthlessly.

Bai Jianping said angrily as if he had eaten a flies: "What are you laughing at?... Have you laughed enough?"

Xiaobai: "Mode, hahahahahaha~~~~"

Bai Jianping, wearing a constipated face, looked at Ma Lanhua who was watching from the wall, and smiled flatteringly: "Old Ma, it's our turn to rock-paper-scissors."

Malanhua lowered her head and drank the soup, as if she didn't hear it.

Bai Jianping: "Old Ma, we play rock-paper-scissors, whoever loses will wash the dishes."

Malanhua finally raised her head and looked at him squintly: "What did you say?"

"I... forget it, I'll wash dishes, not because I lost, but because I love this family."

Bai Jianping found a reason for himself and reluctantly took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen.

"Uncle, there's this!"

Xiaobai hurriedly pinched the chicken with his hands and handed the bowls and chopsticks to Bai Jianping.

Bai Jianping stared at her, took away the dishes and chopsticks expressionlessly, and went to the kitchen.

Xiaobai followed, stood at the kitchen door and didn't go in, and said to Bai Jianping inside: "Uncle, you have to work hard, don't be lazy, you have to wash and clean, so that we can stay away from illness."

"Why don't you wash it?"

"I won't wash, I can sing thia to you."

"I want to listen to "Malanhua".

Without saying a word, Xiaobai turned around and ran to complain to Malanhua, without giving Bai Jianping the opportunity to rebel and keep him.

"Aunt, aunt~~~Uncle wants to listen to "Malanhua". I don't want to sing it, can you do it?"

Malanhua glanced at her, got up from the dining table, and went to open the refrigerator.

"You are already a big child. You have to have your own ideas and you can do it yourself."

Xiaobai Balabala followed her, the general idea was that she didn't want to sing because it would make her aunt unhappy. However, if she didn't sing, her uncle would be unhappy. On one hand, it was family affection and friendship, and she was in a dilemma. Why did she do it?

In distress, she accidentally glanced at the refrigerator, glanced again, glanced again, and rubbed it.

"Wow~~~~~ so many bears!! Aunt, are there so many bears in your refrigerator?"

Malanhua picked up a bottle, inserted it into a straw, sucked it, and after the meal, it was doubled in ice!

"I'm drinking, what's wrong? Isn't that okay?"

"Clam?"

"What should I live with such a big mouth? Can't I?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes~~~ I'll also have a bottle! Give me a bottle of thia!"

Xiaobai jumped and drooled.

Malanhua took out a bottle of bear drink and was about to give it to Xiaobai, but she suddenly lifted it up, making it impossible for her to reach.

"If you want to drink a bear, go and bring your bag over."

"Why live?" Xiaobai said vigilantly.

"Count the money collected today."

"...Then give me two bottles of bear drinks."

"Yes, I'll give you three bottles. Go, don't talk too much, I'll reduce one bottle if I say more."

Xiaobai immediately ran to pick up his bag, opened the zipper in front of Malanhua, grabbed a handful of money from it, and scattered it on the small coffee table.

"Hohoho~~~ so many papers fly!!! Papers fly, fly~~"

As he said that, he grabbed another hand and wanted to spread it into the sky. The next second, a big hand fell from the sky and pressed her to the spot without moving.

Malanhua took away Xiaobai's bag and poured out all the money inside. At the same time, a pencil that was almost bald was falling out, and half an eraser was also present.

Malanhua threw the turtle pencil and eraser into her bag, then returned the bag to Xiaobai, letting her crawl away and start counting the money by herself.

The little white checked the bald pencil and eraser like a baby, for fear that her aunt would break her baby.

She stood beside Malanhua and looked at counting the money.

"Auntie, your eyes are shining?"

"Happy thia."

"Why are you happy? Is it because Xiaobai is here?"

"No, it's because I made money."

"Yeah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah

“…430,450,460,465,467…”

“418,419…”

“420,425…Hmm?”

Malanhua stopped counting money, looked at Xiaobai, and asked with confusion: "How many did you count just now?"

"425, Aunt, I'll count it for you, it's 425."

"No, right? I remember it's over 460."

"You must have made a mistake!"

"... Guawazi, when I count the money, don't make a sound, it will disrupt my thinking."

Facing the fierce Malanhua, Xiaobai could only whisper: "...hum, I'm helping you."

Malanhua had to count the money again.

“325,330,345…”

“320,321,322,380…”
Chapter completed!