Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle Chapter 288 happy Birthday

"Yeah." Xiaoqi nodded his head vigorously, and sighed with regret: "If grandpa and grandma can also celebrate grandpa's birthday at home, he must be very happy."
After Xiao Qi washed the dishes, Ling Sheng took him to the balcony and took a photo of Snow White sprouted and sent it to Huo Ci.
Ling Sheng: Dad, your Snow White has sprouted, are you going home today?
After half an hour.
Ling Sheng only heard the WeChat ring, hurriedly ran out of the kitchen, wiped his hands, and saw that he responded.
Huo Ci: Yes.
"Mummy, mommy, what did Grandpa say?" Xiao Qi Da ran out of the kitchen with flour on her face, like a small cat, and her hands with flour, making longevity noodles for grandpa.
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"Come back at night." Ling Sheng smiled and knelt down to wipe the flour on his son's little face: "Your grandfather has been very concerned about the dishes on the balcony recently, especially Snow White, who he likes to eat."
She has always felt that having a bowl of longevity noodles on her birthday is the happiest thing. From childhood to big, every birthday, no matter how busy she is, dad will make her a bowl of longevity noodles. It is the warmest existence in her memory.
Xiao Qi insisted on making longevity noodles with him, stretching the noodles like Ling Sheng, but his little hands were disobedient, and he broke after two clicks, and flattened his mouth in frustration: "Mommy, am I stupid?"
"This is not something you can learn in a day or two." Ling Sheng smiled and looked at his son seriously: "And what Grandpa eats is what you like."
Xiao Qi nodded, hum, and continued to struggle with the dough, but in the end he did not pull out the decent noodles, so he could only give up.
After working hard all afternoon, the final cake was also out, Xiao Qi put the washed and dried Snow White on the cake one by one.
Ling Sheng picked up one and put it next to his mouth: "Xiao Qi will eat one."
Xiao Qi shook her head, swallowed her saliva, and said firmly: "Xiao Qi doesn't eat it. Grandpa likes Snow White the most. Leave it to Grandpa."
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Ling Sheng laughed, okay, give everything to Grandpa: "I bought two boxes, and I can't put them all on the cake. Let's eat one box, and one box on the cake."
This time period is not the strawberry season. Snow White’s strawberries are not easy to buy. She ran to several boutique supermarkets and finally bought them. They cost $20 each, and two boxes total 30. It cost 600 yuan.
The strawberry variety I bought on the balcony is also Snow White. I planted a large one. As long as I take good care of it, I can eat fresh strawberries at home.
Finally, under Ling Sheng's persuasion, Xiao Qi finally wavered, and while eating strawberries, said: "Mummy, when Xiao Qi makes money in the future, I will buy you and Grandpa a lot of Snow White."
outside.
It was getting dark.
Ling Sheng cooked all the dishes and covered them to keep them warm, not knowing when her father would be back.
Xiao Qi waited and was about to fall asleep, holding her eyes on Mommy: "Mommy, when will Grandpa be back?"
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Ling Sheng glanced at the time. It was eleven o'clock and his birthday was about to pass: "Little Qi will go to bed first, and I will call you when Grandpa comes back."
Xiao Qi shook his head, trying to cheer up and keep herself from falling asleep: "Xiao Qi is not sleeping, Xiao Qi has to wait for Grandpa to come back."
When the elevator sounded, Xiao Qi was like a small calf, holding the prepared garland and rushing out. Ling Sheng followed behind, and the mother and daughter smiled sharply.
The door opened.
The mother and son, standing on the left and the other, pulled the flowers, and the ribbons flew into the sky.
"Grandpa, happy birthday."
"Dad, happy birthday."
The two people spoke in unison.
Ling Sheng also turned off the waiting room in the living room and said excitedly: "I'll go to cook the noodles in two minutes. Dad, wait a minute."
Huo Ci squinted slightly, drank too much, and his head became a ball. Under the shaking candlelight, everything in front of him became particularly dazzling, as if he had returned to that day. The expression in his eyes suddenly condensed, with scarlet blood. Come up.
Ling Sheng just turned around and wanted to cook the noodles. A strong pungent smell of alcohol spread behind him. Before he had time to react, he saw Huo Ci rushing forward and lifted the table with a bang.