"I'm here to settle the score with him." The baby bulged his mouth and pointed at Song Wen with his angrily eyes.

It looks like a little frog that is just croaking.

"Well"

Song Wen was surprised when he heard this. The two of them had never contacted each other since she asked someone to send the camel. He was puzzled when he offended the little girl again.

"Support my little love," the baby said again.

"What big love, little love, do I understand?"

Song Wen asked with a strange look on his face, but he muttered in his heart: I remember that when he picked up the white jade snail, there was no one next to him, and it was just that old man. Could it be that she had met that old man? It was impossible for the old man! The old man had obviously returned to Hong Kong.

"It seems that you are not giving up until the Yellow River, Crow, take out the evidence of his crime."

After hearing this, the crow took out the small computer from his backpack, called out the video copied in the morning and played it.

Song Wen was stunned when he saw it. The video of him picking up a white jade snail was really played on the computer. He was very depressed for a moment. He thought to himself that there was a camera there, which was a coincidence!

"Awen, if you really pick up the baby's things, return it to her! Why are you, an adult, doing something for the child? Besides, you have raised a lot of white jade snails? This one is not bad either." Xiaojun next to him said after watching the video.

On the other hand, Huang Xi also showed a joking expression, as if he was saying that you, an adult, would be embarrassed to compete with children. Song Wenya was chewed. If there weren't so many people, he would have wanted to put her on the spot.

"Sister Xiaojun, are his white jade snails still born by my little Ai Ai?" said the baby.

When Song Wen heard her tone, he seemed to be trying to sweep away the white jade snails he raised. He hurriedly said, "Who said that those snails were made by me using African snails and white jade snails. Your little love is only the size of a small fist. The largest white jade snails are the size of a palm. How could it be born from your little snail?"

In fact, those white jade snails were born by the baby's little Ai Ai, of course they cannot be said, otherwise they would not know what would happen.

The baby thought about it and felt that it was really the case, but he refused to give in. "Who knew, maybe my little love will get bigger and bigger as he ate." However, she also knew that her reason was too far-fetched, so she said to Song Wen: "You should return Xiao Ai to me."

When Song Wen heard this, he was very upset. After so long, he went to find her little love for her. Maybe he had already entered his stomach or passed away?

For a moment, my heart became entangled.

Suddenly, he thought of a solution and said to the baby, "Wait, and then walked back."

When he arrived at the back, Song Wen took out a baby's fist-sized white jade snail from Ruyi's fan, took out a wolf-tooth knife and carved the words "Baby's Little Love" on the shell of the white jade snail. After the carving, he wiped it with soil to avoid the traces being too new, and then washed it clean and took it to the front.

"Give it." Song Wen handed the white jade snail to the baby

The baby took the white jade snail and looked at it. When he saw the words on it, he found that it was really his little love. He was so happy that he was so happy, but he didn't know that it was not his original white jade snail at all.

"Baby, where are you staying at night?" Xiaojun asked the baby playing with snails.

"I don't know." The baby and the others have not considered this issue yet.

"Live here tonight!"

After hearing this, the baby discussed with the sparrow and crow for a while, and agreed. Then Xiaojun asked Song Wen if he had a room. How could his wife say no? Song Wen immediately went to the back and cleaned up a room.

The baby and the others went to the room to take a look and felt very satisfied. They put down their backpacks and ran out to play.

Outside, after Lu Aner and a group of little kids finished eating mulberries, they saw black and white camels eating grass on the grass and wanted to ride. So she climbed up the camels, sat happily, danced and was extremely happy. A group of little kids gathered around the camels where she was sitting and shouting and making noise.

When the baby came out and saw Lu Aner riding on his white camel, he was very upset, so he walked over and said, "Come down, this is my camel."

When Lu An'er heard the sound, she turned around and saw the baby shouting there. She ignored her and rode the camel forward. The baby was immediately annoyed and walked to the front, spreading his hands to block the camel's way. Lu An'er looked at it and said angrily: "Hey, what do you want to do? Don't you go away."

"Come down, this is my camel." The baby said with his waist on his back.

"This is the camel from my uncle's house. I'm not ashamed of when it will become yours." Lu An'er said.

"This is what my brother gave to me, and I gave it to the uncle."

"Tsk, I still said it was mine?" Lu An'er despised her for a moment, ignored her, and slapped the camel hard on the butt. The camel suffered pain and ran forward.

When the baby saw it, he quickly jumped to the side, rolled on the grass for a few times before standing up again. Some grass scraps and soil were stained on his head and face, and he looked very embarrassed. Lu An'er turned around and saw her embarrassed look and giggled. The baby was so angry that he almost went crazy.

As the sun sets, the children are all back. Chen Xiuhui wants to cook rice for Song Yuanshui and takes Xixi down the mountain. Only Song Wen, Xiaojun, Huang Xi, Lu Aner and Baobao are left in the mountains.

When the lights were on, Song Wen set up a table in the yard and then placed a table of cooked delicious dishes.

There are braised eels with single garlic, braised swan meat, stir-fried white jade snails, boiled fish with garlic and celery, cold mustard greens, fried a little red with oil, beer Qinshan crab, etc., and a bunch of delicious foods.

Seeing the good things on the table, Xiaojun and Huang Xi were still relatively reserved, but Lu Aner and Baby were directly looking at the dishes on the table, especially Lu Aner. After eating the deliciousness of mountain crabs, the two eyes were only staring at the mountain crabs on the table.

When Song Wen brought out the cooked mountain mushroom pheasant porridge and said that he would start to move. Lu Aner immediately picked up the chopsticks and picked them up the mountain crab. Unexpectedly, a pair of chopsticks came out, just to grab the foot of the mountain crab she wanted to pick up. When he looked up, he found that it was a baby.

"snort."

The enemies were particularly jealous when they met.

The baby raised his chin proudly and demonstrated. Lu An'er was not easy to mess with. She looked at her disdainfully, picked up the crab and brought it into her bowl. The baby was not willing to be outdone, so he also picked up the crab and put it into the bowl. It was a fair bit, and no one allowed him to let anyone go.

After seeing this, Song Wen picked up the mountain crabs in his bowl and started to chew them.

The baby and Lu Aner were very angry at his behavior, but they didn't make any more trouble. They each picked up a mountain crab and started eating it.

Xiaojun and Huang Xi looked at each other and smiled without realizing it.

Several people ate delicious food under the light, and the crow had never eaten at Song Wen's house. As soon as she ate, she felt the difference in rice. She was not a heartless baby and a sparrow who was doing nothing all day. Her eyes immediately rolled around. After thinking for a while, she looked up and asked Song Wen with a delicate look: "Brother Song Wen, where did you buy the rice for cooking porridge!"

Song Wen shuddered when he heard this, and felt the air conditioner was rising and he was creepy.

He quickly said, "You should call me uncle, don't call me brother. I'm in a bad life and can't bear it."

He could see that none of these little girls are good at it. When it’s okay, the uncle called out, and when it’s okay, he called out Brother Song Wen and Brother Awen with a sweet voice. His voice was so coquettish that you could even spit out overnight meals, and at least three or four years less. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Registered Members to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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