Jiang Niancheng rolled up his sleeves. " Come, continue. I don't believe that I, an adult, can't beat you! "“
Gu Fei and the Crown Prince said at the same time,"You really can't win!"“
"Shut up, both of you."“
The old lady was watching them from the side. She was smiling and had a kind expression on her face. She was busy knitting a sweater for the spicy sticks.
Although Mo Yangyang and the spicy stick had said that she did not need to knit wool, the old lady said that she had nothing to do. The sweater she bought was not as warm as the one she knitted herself!
Meanwhile, Little Chu was half-lying on the sofa with a book in his hand. It was a rather ancient martial arts novel that the spicy sticks had found for him.
The living room was bustling with activity.
In the kitchen, the atmosphere was filled with pink bubbles.
