"They are hiding it secretly. Do you still want to be honest? I think so. There are five packs of instant noodles at home. Do you still want to eat them? There is also malted milk. Do you want to drink them? I heard that eating them dry is better than drinking them with water.

It’s delicious. You can hear the particles of malted milk rustling between your teeth, and the whole mouth is filled with a rich milky sweetness. It’s very enjoyable.”

When Ye Chenghu heard his description, he couldn't help but swallowed. The milky aroma of the brew last night was enough to remind him of it, but he didn't expect that eating it dry would taste better?

Lin Guangyuan licked his lower lip after hearing this, "Really?"

"Of course! Pick up more after dinner in the afternoon, and with the money I earn, I will buy you instant noodles and malted milk."

Hearing this, Ye Chenghu quickly threw the conch in his hand into the bucket. Then when Ye Yaodong turned around, he stopped him and took out two more conchs from his trouser pocket.

Ye Yaodong's eyes widened!

What a boy! He's actually quite cunning?

Ye Chenghu touched the back of his head and smiled twice, "Haha~Dad~"

Lin Xiuqing was speechless. She stretched out her index finger and poked his forehead hard, "Are you still being petty? Are you short of food or drink?"

"Hehe~hehe~" Ye Chenghu covered his forehead with a silly smile and hurriedly ran home.

"You brat, you have quite a lot of thoughts." Ye Yaodong cursed, picked up his youngest son, picked up a bucket filled with sea water and shells, and followed him.

Lin Xiuqing walked aside and said angrily: "Isn't it all you? You said you helped them hide their private money..."

Ye Yaodong lowered his head and looked at her with a smile, "By the way, did you think I was so handsome just now? You looked at me and kept giggling, and your eyes became stringy."

"Where is it?"

Lin Xiuqing's face was red, and she didn't know whether it was because of the sun or because he was teasing her. She walked a few steps quickly with the bucket in her hand without walking next to him.

Ye Yaodong walked behind, looking at her back, the corner of his mouth was about to split to the back of his head.

Ye Chengyang held his father's face curiously, "Dad, what does drawing mean?"

"Children don't need to ask so many questions..."

The sun was shining brightly in the sky at noon, but it was not as bright as the smiles on the faces of the couple...

Make up for the night, 3400 words, no corners cut
Chapter completed!