You Yi takes Nie Qiuping's hand seriously: "you're wrong about your daughter-in-law. Qingsi is very small, but she'll be big in the twinkling of an eye. After two years, she'll be 9 years old. In another two years, she'll go to junior high school. I can assure you that you'll be waiting for our daughter to come back with a schoolbag of love letters every day. Maybe there are many smelly boys blocking her on the road."

Nie Qiuping really can't help laughing: "husband, you'd better go and pack up your things quickly. Let's go back and have a good discussion about Qingsi."

"But don't you think it's a serious thing?"

Nie Qiuping nodded again and again: "mm-hmm, serious, very serious. That's why we have to go back and sit down and have a serious discussion. Let's go to clean up."

"Well, let's talk about it later."

"Don't worry about it, really."

Finally let cruise to pack, Nie Qiuping himself laughed.

Green silk is very likable, but it should not be like what cruise said, right?

Nie Qiuping turns to see Qingsi, who is learning to write big characters with the old man. Her daughter is really excellent. She will be better in the future.

If a lot of boys like it, although it's a bit of a headache, it also shows that their daughter is excellent, which is something to be proud of.

On the contrary, Nie Qiuping has no headache like cruising. Probably, this is the difference between father and mother.

Nie Qiuping had a short period of nausea when she was outside, but she didn't feel it when she came back. She thought, it should be OK, and she turned around to be busy.

In the evening, the family is going to eat dumplings, and Nie Qiuping is going to make three fresh meat fillings.

At 5 o'clock, we began to prepare dumpling stuffing, which was a little troublesome. It took a lot of effort to hide the pork. Fortunately, there was a cruise, so we left it to him.

However, when she took out the meat from the refrigerator, Nie Qiuping felt a little uncomfortable when she smelled the smell. Fortunately, it wasn't very strong. She soon covered up the strange smell.

She said, "you can chop the meat as much as you can."

"OK, wife, make more tonight. I love your dumplings." Cruise sleeves rolled up, wearing a floral apron, standing in front of the chopping board, tall, looks out of place with the kitchen.

"Good."

The pork is handed over to Youyi. Nie Qiuping handles the sea cucumber and shrimp by herself. These two kinds of meat are indispensable.

However, as soon as she took out the shrimp and smelled the sea smell, Nie Qiuping couldn't do it. When she smelled the meat smell just now, she just had a slight nausea, but she could resist it. However, the sea smell, like poison gas, instantly got into her nose and made her stomach begin to roll. She couldn't help it.

Nie Qiuping immediately put down the shrimp and turned to retch. As she was swimming, she was trying to hide the stuffing of dumplings. Hearing her retching voice, she immediately put down her knife and rushed over with a brisk step, "what's the matter? How come all of a sudden? Is it stomach trouble? "

Nie Qiuping shakes her head. She wants to vomit, but she can't. After a while, she is a little better. She says: "I'm probably Maybe I didn't eat right at noon. It's OK. "

"Is it really OK?" You Yi is very worried. What he fears most is that Nie Qiuping is ill. He would rather be injured and sick than see her uncomfortable at all.

"It's OK. It's all right."

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