Yu Qingshi was holding the green onion in his hand, but he didn't know what to react for a moment.

To be honest, because he was too worried when he went out in the morning, he didn't eat a few bites of breakfast at all, and he was quite hungry now.

But do you really want to eat scallions?

He hasn't tried it.

"Raw, eat raw?"

Yu Qingshi asked a question.

Jiang Xiaoman said "um" and pointed his head loudly, "My uncle used it to eat with wine. He said it was delicious."

"Don't you choke?"

"Not choking, a little sweet."

Yu Qingshi looked suspicious of life, and he held the scallion without moving.

Jiang Xiaoman said again: "Really, I won't lie to you, it's a puppy."

"If you don't believe me, try it."

Jiang Xiaoman added.

Yu Qingshi looked at her too sincere eyes and looked at her father again. In the end, she couldn't do anything rude, such as throwing away other people's gifts.

After all, this is the breakfast specially prepared for him by Jiang Xiaoman.

Although it's weird.

However, compared to roasted grasshoppers and stir-fried bee pupa, eating raw green onions is too normal, at least something that ordinary people can eat.

Yu Qingshi took a small bite and tasted nothing.

Jiang Xiaoman blinked and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Is it tasty?

!Don't you know if it's delicious?

“Isn’t it really a little sweet?”

“…I’ll try again.”

Yu Qingshi took another bite.

I don’t know if it was brainwashed by Jiang Xiaoman, it seems to be... a little sweet?

But it's also very choking.

Yu Qingshi wrinkled his face and put down the scallions. He wanted to spit out the scallions in his mouth, but he held it back.

At this time, Jiang Xiaoman suddenly stuffed him a peeled horn.

Yu Qingshi swallowed it whole.

Sweet and glutinous feeling.

Jiang Xiaoman asked him again: "Is it sweet?"

"……sweet."

This time it's really sweet.

Yu Qingshi lowered his head and hesitated for a while, but still didn't throw the green onions into the trash can.

He took another bite, took a bite, and Jiang Xiaoman stuffed him a bite of water chestnut.

Just the water chestnuts and green onions were eaten.

Yu Qingshi turned red and said politely: "Thank you for your breakfast, I'm full."

Jiang Xiaoman laughed twice, wiped his hands, and felt relieved.

Yu Qingshi is such a good person!

After Jiang Xing finished the work, he saw Jiang Xiaoman and Yu Qingshi sitting together, eating one bite at a time, and soon showed a knowing smile.

When they looked at Yu Wencheng, the two big men looked at each other and smiled, and then spread their hands helplessly.

“The kids get along well.”

“It’s pretty good.”

Jiang Xing said: "Xiaoman came to school for the first time and didn't understand many things. I guess he had to help me with him when I was clearing up."

"I told him a long time ago that I will be good to Xiaoman."

The two chatted together, as if they had completed some transaction, and then said goodbye to their children.

"Xiaoman, my uncle is gone! Come and pick you up in the evening! Remember to get along with your new classmates!"

Jiang Xiaoman said "ah" and then ran over, kissed Jiang Xing very shyly, and whispered: "I always act like this on TV..."

Jiang Xing laughed and left with satisfaction.

Yu Wencheng looked at Jiang Xiaoman, then looked at his family standing there stupidly, like a piece of wood, and endless envy suddenly surged in his heart.

Generally speaking, as long as you are not too busy, Yu Wencheng insists on sending his children to school, regardless of the weather, just to give him a warm and complete childhood.

Although this child is different from other children, Yu Wencheng did not want to give him this kind of perception, so he was allowed to attend a normal school, just like other children, to attend classes obediently without any special things.

He had a good idea, and his son performed well when he didn't get sick.

Just...a little cold.

For example, at this moment, Yu Wencheng said goodbye to him. He just raised his eyes and said softly: Dad walk slowly.

Being well-behaved is being well-behaved, and quiet is quiet, which is not the same as other noisy children.

But at this time, Yu Wencheng hoped that he could hold his hand and not let him go.

Yu Wencheng looked at his son with a complicated expression for a long time. Although he envied Jiang Xiaoman and Jiang Xing, it was impossible for his son to do such a thing.

He sighed heavily, and just as he was about to leave, his hand was pulled.

Jiang Xiaoman looked up at him, and his other little palm stretched out and said seriously: "Uncle Yu, kiss me."

"ah?"

"You kiss me."

Jiang Xiaoman gestured to his palm.

Yu Wencheng was confused and kissed her in fear.

After kissing, Jiang Xiaoman ran to Yu Qingshi again. Without saying a word, he printed his palm on Yu Qingshi's cheek with a "splash": "This is called a flying kiss."

“…”

Yu Qingshi's cheeks soon turned red.

Jiang Xiaoman covered her mouth and smiled secretly, "You are shy and your face is red.

Childish ghost, what can dad not kiss?

If you want it, I will help you fly."

"..." She obviously beaten!

Yu Qingshi glared at her very angrily, not planning to pay attention to her.

Yu Wencheng looked at them with a lot of laughter and waved his hand to them, and he really left.

——

Soon, the kindergarten gradually became lively.

Many children have come, and there are also parents who send them to school, grandparents, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters...

A lot, I have a family with my family.

Jiang Xiaoman watched the crowds of people come in, and watched the parents hand the children to the teacher's hands, and then the children sent in were pounding the railings and cried and wanted to leave.

Very... so lively.

Is the kindergarten so lively every morning?

For some reason, Jiang Xiaoman felt something was wrong.

She looked at it blankly for a while and wanted to discuss it with Yu Qingshi, but when she turned around, she found that Yu Qingshi had been gone long ago.

He squatted under the slide, sat there holding his knees, without saying a word.

He didn't cry or make a fuss, so he quietly watched the children in the kindergarten being sent in one after another.

Jiang Xiaoman hesitated for a while, then followed him and squatted down, and watched quietly with him.

Fortunately, the children have their own way of making trouble and the teachers have their own way of dealing with each other. Those noisy children were quickly cleaned up by the teachers.

The sun is gradually rising, and although the kindergarten is still noisy, it reveals that it is well organized in the noise.

"Children from Class 3, come here," a particularly beautiful sister teacher shook the flag in his hand and said loudly: "I am your Teacher Yang, can we gather together to report the number first!"
To be continued...