Qiu Ming's body was too small. No matter what he did, he gave people a cute feeling.
This was a little boy who was born with a BUFF.
Little Qiu Ming put the firewood he had prepared into the stove and then found a lighter to light it.
Perhaps it was because he had never used it before, but Little Qiu Ming's hands and feet were a little clumsy, and he couldn't light it up even after hitting it several times.
Moreover, for Qiu Ming, a lighter that could be easily lit by an adult wasn't so easy for him.
He used a lot of strength to open the lighter and light the firewood.
Little Qiu Ming put the small pot on the fire as he watched the weak flame rise.
"It's finally done."
Little Qiu Ming sighed as if he had done something extraordinary.
Indeed, to him, this kind of thing was really amazing.
He poured the rice paste into the pot and stirred it up. He also added some water. Little Qiu Ming was busy like a little chef.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead. After working for nearly an hour, he finally cooked the rice paste.
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"I always feel that this scene is too loving. Baby Ming, I love you.”
"This is the first time I've seen such a small baby cook for everyone. The people in the mushroom house are so happy.”
"Fortunately, Baby Ming is fine and not injured. Otherwise, everyone will definitely blame themselves.”
"I really want to drink a mouthful. This rice is filled with Baby Ming's love. It's too blissful.”
Early in the morning, the fans in the live broadcast room could not take it anymore when they saw such a friendly scene.
This old man's glass heart can't take it anymore.
He Jiong was the first to wake up.
Most of the time, He Jiong was the one who prepared breakfast. However, he did not expect to smell a fragrance as soon as he arrived.
"Wow, it smells so good. Could it be that someone woke up earlier than me?”
He Jiong said to the camera as he walked.
"Could it be Peng Peng? Impossible. It would be good enough if Peng Peng could get up. How could he make breakfast?”
He Jiong quickly denied his guess.
As for Huang Lei, who was sleeping in the same room as him, he was still talking in his sleep.
"Could it be Tongtong?"
He Jiong thought of Li Yitong, who had just arrived. Yesterday, she had vowed that she would wash all the dishes in the mushroom house, but not long after, she could not take it anymore.
"I don't think it's possible for Tongtong, but it's even more impossible for Zifeng and Xiao Ju.”
When He Jiong said this, even he could not help but laugh.
"Does this count as badmouthing Xiao Ju and Zifeng behind their backs?”
He Jiong asked the camera.
The cameraman shook the camera in response to He Jiong's question.
"Sigh, there's nothing we can do even if they say bad things. It would be great if Xiao Ju and Zifeng could reflect on themselves after hearing this.”
He Jiong smiled as he walked into the kitchen. He was stunned by the scene in front of him.
It wasn't that He Jiong hadn't thought about Qiu Ming.
The problem was that Qiu Ming was only a four-year-old baby. No one would believe that little Qiu Ming was making breakfast.
However, who else could it be but Little Qiu Ming who was busy in the kitchen?
"Good morning, Uncle He."
Little Qiu Ming greeted He Jiong with a smile.
She wiped her face, and her dirty hands left a black mark on her face, along with a lot of sweat.
He Jiong's eyes were already wet. He looked at Qiu Ming's small body, covered his mouth, and turned around.
"Really, I really didn't expect Ming Ming to be here at all. Seeing Ming Ming being so sensible, I really can't stand it anymore.”
He Jiong said to the camera.
He was a person with very low teardrops, and at this moment, it was obvious that Little Qiu Ming had poked his teardrop.
...
"I understand Teacher He too well. If it were me, I would have cried long ago.”
"I was in tears watching the live broadcast, let alone Teacher He.”
"Sigh, Baby Ming is too sensible. He's so sensible that it makes my heart ache.”
"Baby Ming doesn't know. He loves everyone and wants to make breakfast for his brother and uncle, but how can his brother and uncle not love Baby Ming?”
"I think this show is so cute. Little Qiu Ming is so awesome.”
...
"Uncle He, what's wrong?"
Little Qiu Ming didn't know what was going on. He ran over and looked at He Jiong, holding a bowl of rice paste that had just been scooped out.
He Jiong turned his head to look at the steaming hot rice. It was still a little cold in the mushroom house in the morning.
A bowl of steaming hot rice could make people forget the cold in the morning.
Especially Little Qiu Ming's actions, He Jiong felt warm in his heart.
"Thank you, Ming Ming. You're so sensible. Uncle He is happy because our Ming Ming has grown up.”
He Jiong squatted down and looked at little Qiu Ming, reaching out to touch his little face.
"Uncle He, don't cry. Mingming will be obedient in the future.”
Little Qiu Ming didn't know where He Jiong's tears came from, but when he saw He Jiong crying, he reached out his hand to wipe them.
This time, He Jiong also turned into a little tabby cat, making Qiu Ming giggle.
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