[✔] Reborn to 90's :Sweetheart Cub (MTL ) Part 2(200-578)

Chapter 218 Look for Song Yueliang, bet against each other

   "Goose, goose, song to the sky..."

   "White hair floating in green water..."

   "Anthurium dials the clear wave!"

  Qi Qi grabbed her little butt, and while singing poetry, carefully dug out the wild daffodils under the cracks in the rockery, and put them into small flower pots with soil.

  The winter is cold, but the daffodils bloom very well. The green leaves have grown white flower buds, trembling in the sun, delicate and pretty.

   "Why do you have to dig out such beautiful flowers?" Qi Qi tilted her head, thinking it was a pity, "It's also good to grow in the crevices of rocks. Not only are the flowers beautiful, even the rockery has become beautiful."

   "Because this flower doesn't fit in with the group." An old voice sounded behind Qi Qi, and Mr. Tang approached slowly with a small wooden bucket, and the sound of fish flopping could still be heard in the bucket.

  Seeing him, Qi Qi hurriedly stood up and called Grandpa Tang politely.

   Walking in front of the baby, Mr. Tang patted her little head, "Put the flowerpot on the side of the road, and someone will come to collect it and dispose of it later."

   "Are you going to plant the daffodils elsewhere?" Qi Qi didn't quite understand what to do.

  Elder Tang acquiesced to her words, without further explanation, "Come on, go to the kitchen with Grandpa Tang, we have fish to eat again today."

"Okay!" Qiqi replied, picked up the daffodil flower pot and put it on the edge of the bluestone path, gently touched the white flower bud of the daffodil with her little hand, "Grandpa Tang will definitely give you a better home. , when Qiqi comes next time, maybe I can see you blooming."

  After talking to Hua Guduo, Qiqi ran to the old man, stretched out her small arms to help the old man lift the small wooden bucket.

  Because of being too short, the baby walked on tiptoe in order to carry the bucket, staggering all the way, making her little face flushed.

  Old Tang saw it and became interested.

   People are getting older, and they especially like obedient children.

   Don't like disobedience.

  When Tang Zheng found the kitchen, the old and the young were scraping fish scales by themselves.

  Especially the little ones, who help with almost every command and every action, are serious and attentive, and don't even know that there are fish scales on their little faces.

   "Let me do it." The man took over the rest of the work. Compared with the clumsy father and two just now, his movements are as skillful as a master.

  Mr. Tang sat on a stool with a cane in his hands, his eyes narrowed with a smile, "Just now Qiqi left a pot of narcissus by the Huanxi River, you can move it outside the teahouse later."

   "Hmm." The man didn't ask why.

   Every flower and grass in Xianren Villa are precious varieties.

  Mr. Tang has no tolerance for sand in his eyes, and never allows cheap things to enter the village, so as not to lower the style and grade here.

  Those wild flowers and plants, as long as they grow, they will be pulled out and thrown out, or gathered up and burned.