The door under the eaves is left unlocked, but the indoor light and shadow are not dim. Under the fluorescent lamp, Han Han patted his stomach lazily after eating. I quickly packed my dishes and ran back and forth between the kitchen and the living room. After smartly taking off his slightly bloated coat, he turned and flashed his long legs into the kitchen, like a night tour in Youxian County.

? I stopped suddenly, and my eyes were attracted by a big bag of potatoes standing on the ground.

? The kitchen is a mess now, and the aftertaste of the food has already dispersed. The sun shines on me through the clouds and through the kitchen glass. The cold winter wind blows, the leaves on the roof fall, and the birds make a faint cooing sound. The days at the end of winter are as quiet as dreams, allowing all the noise and noise to precipitate.

However. . .

"Han Han, get some paper towels for my sister." I was in a hurry to shout at my sister with a pot. Han Han has a blank face with a tissue. "Put down the paper towel and go out to do your homework!" I quickly kicked her out.

"Hanhan, bring a pot of boiling water for my sister." Hanhan came running again and saw me cutting potatoes. "Sister, can your potato chips be steamed so thick?" "Hanhan, do you know what the sea is called?" "Well, I know! Like my sister! " I covered my wounded chest with my mind. "Put it down and roll!" Han Han walked back step by step.

"Ahhh, my hand is stuck, Hanhan, come and help my sister turn the pot!" Han Han flew in again, and I verbally instructed her. When we disliked each other, she turned over the cookies for me. I want to cry. "Well, stay and help me." "Yes!"

In this way, the quiet and trivial time is full of two figures, one big and one small, and such jokes are also staged every day.

Spring breeze is nothing but Yumenguan, and I am nothing but an iron Buddha.

Sister, the cake you made is really delicious.

"Yes! I think so, too! " ……

"Who will wash the pot?"

? We all looked at the kitchen after the disaster.