noffsinger Chapter 614 The spacing is so precise that there's no room for a third "person".
Chapter 614 The spacing is so precise that there's no room for a third "person".
Yeah, dig—
Seeing her troublesome father, who seemed to be trying to hide something, she was so busy that her hands were practically touching the ground, and her feet were almost in a mess too.
His iron hands moved incredibly fast, digging the hole like a dog; with lightning speed, he "planted" the broken, spiked bell pepper branch into the hole...
The little fire leopard, Erbao Yuanyuan, completely erupted, her small voice booming out without any restraint: "Dad—Dad—"
"Can you be reliable? Can you be a little more reliable?"
"hold head high--"
"How many trees have you broken off...? Four, four trees already, you've broken off four of them."
The angry little lion-like Erbao Yuanyuan was so furious that she almost sent a piece of pure white paper from her space to hang herself.
The bell pepper tree had been pruned; now every branch on the tree was precious. But the careless owner had been snapping and tearing off branch after branch.
It breaks my heart. I've gone to so much trouble to take care of her...
That troublesome father of his, he's really something!
"Cough...this one doesn't count, this one was broken off by you..." A sudden shout startled him, and he tore it off—
Daring to talk back, Commander Lu Chenting, the living devil who was holed up next to the sweet pepper tree, blurted out half of what he shouldn't have said in his retort.
Fortunately, he snapped to attention and immediately closed his thin lips.
If all of this were to spill out, wouldn't he, as the head of the group, lose face immensely? He might even be scolded by his son...
Hearing this, the little brat Yuanyuan, furious, bent down a few times and yanked all the tender green shoots her own father had "planted" out of the hole. "Hmph—"
"Cuttings? You know about cuttings???"
"The distance is so close... is it feasible?"
Little Erbao's round row of sweet pepper trees is all scientifically managed, with each tree spaced precisely at the correct intervals, leaving no room for a third "intruder".
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
"Looks like he's a real handful."
Little Sibao twitched his little mouth and muttered softly.
"dad--"
“Go over to Dangdang’s side and pull weeds there; his side has green vegetables, but there are no stems to pull…”
Erbao's round little eyebrows were furrowed, and he spoke in a commanding tone.
"Although your father is..."
"But kid, could your look of disdain and your commanding tone be any more excessive and obvious?"
The disliked, devilish leader Lu Chenting muttered to himself, wondering if he was possessed today... how could there only be one tree, just one branch...
"Cough cough..."
"Okay... then Daddy will go to Dangdang's side... and won't mess with your bell pepper tree anymore."
Commander Lu Chenting, the "Living Yama," didn't make any outward struggle.
Sensing something was wrong, Dangdang exclaimed, "Can I tell you not to come any closer?!"
Can I speak?
……
as predicted.
"Daddy...oh oh oh...you stepped on it again, you stepped on it again..."
"You stepped on my little bok choy seedlings again... This is the sixth time... Can't you be a little more careful?"
"Why did you have to walk on the ridge with your foot, instead of heading into the ditch..."
Ever since her own father moved here, Xiao Sibao's little mouth has never stopped.
"Damn it—"
Who says farm work is rough work?
In the army, Commander Lu Chenting, a master of all skills and a living devil, secretly fumed.
Commander Lu Chenting, the living devil in the vegetable garden, was being nagged by one son after another; his whole head was buzzing and exploding... He had accumulated all the frustrations of the past twenty years.
"Dangdang——"
"Give me a few cucumbers... cucumber smashed with garlic—"
"And a bunch of green vegetables!"
"Hmm," the three babies, who had come out of the kitchen and entered the backyard, called out in a cute, cuddly voice.
……
Finally, breakfast arrived.
The doting mother, Da Bao Tuan Tuan, tugged at Su Nianxi, who had just finished washing up, saying, "Little Xi Xi, sit here—"
"..."
"Tsk——"
"what about me?"
"Hey kid, where's your dad sitting?"
"That kid Tuantuan, is he trying to break me and my wife up???"
Commander Lu Chenting, the "Living Yama," holding a pair of chopsticks, frowned and glanced around at the seating arrangement, secretly cursing in his heart.
His wife, whom he had just enjoyed a passionate night with, how could she be seated with one of his eldest sons on his left and the other of his third son on his right? Hmm, he wouldn't sit there; he had to find someone else…
The man, standing ramrod straight, pondered silently, his left and right brains working in tandem: He had to adopt the demeanor of a father and randomly pick one of his wives to sit next to him...
At this moment, none of the four little leather jackets—Tuantuan, Yuanyuan, Manman, and Dangdang—belonged to Su Nianxi, as if no one was paying attention to him.
The little chef, with three treasures, carefully ladled a bowl of millet porridge and placed it gently in front of his mother, Su Nianxi. "Besides corn and purple sweet potato... you have to finish this whole bowl of porridge. You need to get enough nutrition—"
"it is good!"
The obedient Su Nianxi responded sweetly.
"How could Niannian do this? Didn't she notice that the seat was wrong?"
"Why won't you even glance at me? You were so clingy to me last night... saying you loved Chenchen..."
"Phew! Who's lying to me, woman? This morning, as soon as we got into bed... it all went down the drain, I forgot—"
Commander Lu Chenting had been standing there for several seconds, but his beautiful wife still hadn't uttered a sound. She gave him a look, and his mood instantly soured. He felt secretly aggrieved.
Well, he still had a leather jacket belonging to his guild leader, Lu Chenting, but it was drafty.
That's right—
"Cough, cough... Group..."
"Dad, what are you standing there for, all tall and strong?"
"Aren't you going to sit down and eat breakfast yet???"
Well, Lu Chenting, the straight-laced, ruthless leader of the regiment, finally opened his mouth for his own benefit, only to have his words abruptly cut off by the little fire leopard, Erbao Yuanyuan.
"come over--"
"Here! Sit here."
The innocent little darling, Erbao Yuanyuan, patted the seat next to her and said in a crisp voice.
The troubles in someone's vegetable garden are one thing; breakfast is another; Little Fire Leopard Erbao Yuanyuan, on the other hand, can distinguish between the two—one thing at a time, focusing on the issue, not the person.
"Let me sit next to you! Right across from you!!!"
"Tsk, this kid is definitely doing this on purpose—"
Commander Lu Chenting, the "Living Yama," watched as Yuan Yuan, wearing a leaky leather jacket, patted her seat with her little hands. His back teeth ached terribly, and he silently cursed inwardly.
At this moment, Erbao Yuanyuan in his eyes was like the hateful Queen Mother of the West in heaven, who was deliberately separating him and his wife on two "banks," only able to look at each other across the "tablet."
If Erbao Yuanyuan knew her own father's thoughts, she would definitely be able to arrange things clearly between her little Xixi and that troublesome person, one in the front yard and the other in the backyard.