Chapter 2418 Little Cook

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And such a good nature must be maintained well, anyway, it is not a loss.

She lay on Ye Rong's back and let her mother carry her. Now she is still small and still has such a small weight. When she grows up, her mother may really not be able to carry her. According to her growth, although she will not become a little fat, her weight will continue to increase.

She is much taller than other children.

Yan Huan carried his daughter back, holding the clothes he had just bought today, and now he was waiting to go to the cinema on the first day of the new year.

Ye Rong didn't have any relatives, friends, or sisters. When she left the Ye family, she had already ended all the previous things. She had no father, no mother, and no relatives.

She only had Yan Huan now.

Yan Huan lay quietly on her mother's back. She just wanted to be a child for a few more days. In fact, what she wanted most was that she would not grow up and her mother would not grow old.

Ye Rong carried her daughter back home and scratched her little face again, "Mom will steam eggs for you, okay?"

"Okay," Yan Huan hugged her mother's legs, blinking her eyes.

"Why, you want to go into the kitchen too?" Ye Rong was simply at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Such a young child actually liked to go into the kitchen and learn to cook from her mother.

"Why does Huan Huan want to learn to cook?" Ye Rong squatted down and gently adjusted her daughter's hair that had grown above her shoulders. The child's hair was soft and fragrant. Her daughter's hair looked like hers, very smooth, of course, strong, and old black to shiny.

Yan Huan tilted her little head. Her little appearance was really cute enough to drive people crazy. Even Ye Rong, as a mother, could not resist her daughter's cuteness.

The daughter she gave birth to was so beautiful, especially her big eyes, which were as bright as two fine black gemstones.

She couldn't help but laugh and rubbed her daughter's little head.

Yan Huan bumped her mother's forehead with her little head and giggled. She was weak and it didn't hurt at all. She was just playing with her mother.

Ye Rong pinched her daughter's little face again. What's the matter? Do you still want to keep it a secret from your mother? Tell your mother, why is our little Huan Huan thinking about cooking?

"Huan Huan wants to cook for her mother. She has worked hard."

Ye Rong listened to her daughter's words, but suddenly she felt her nose sore and her eyes were a little hot.

"Well, mom teaches Huanhuan how to cook, and she cooks for mom."

Ye Rong treats her daughter as a child, so if her daughter wants to learn, she teaches her, so that she won't be too smart and do things on her own. This child has been a thoughtful child since she was young. Other children are stupid, but her daughter is getting smarter and smarter. Having such a daughter, Ye Rong actually feels helpless most of the time.

Ye Rong held her daughter's hand, and then hung her apron on her little neck, but she couldn't help laughing. How could she forget that her Huanhuan is still a little bean? She is too small, with short limbs and short fat legs. This scarf can be used as a quilt for her.

Wait a minute, mom, Ye Rong asked her daughter to sit down, and then she took an old piece of her own clothes, cut it with her hands and feet, and then took the needle and thread and started sewing. It took about ten minutes to sew a very cute apron. She compared the apron to her daughter, and it was just right.

She put the apron on her daughter, and then took her daughter to the kitchen, letting her stand on the chair so that she could see the pot.

And she taught Yan Huan little by little, and taught her seriously and carefully. Of course, the first thing she taught was how to start the fire, and of course, be careful with the fire.

Yan Huan naturally knew how to start the fire, and she did it very well. Originally, Ye Rong didn't want her to touch the fire, but Yan Huan was too thoughtful. If she didn't let her start the fire, she would start it secretly.

And now she is also doing it in a professional way.

Yan Huan helped her mother fry the dishes. Although her movements were very clumsy, Ye Rong found that her daughter seemed to be doing very well, and she even knew to put salt in it.

Ye Rong really didn't know what other people's children were like, but her child was too easy to raise and too troublesome.

Yan Huanding had a calm face. She really had no choice. She couldn't wait to grow up because her mother was really too hard. She also wanted to let her mother know that although she was not at home, she was still young, but she was already very good at taking care of herself.

People outside were preparing for the New Year, but Yan Huan was learning to cook with her mother. She learned to cook noodles and fried rice with eggs, and she did it well.

Ye Rong really knew earlier than most people what it meant that my daughter had grown up.

But her daughter was stubborn. They had eaten fried rice for three days, and it was all made by Yan Huan. And Yan Huan seemed to like making fried rice with eggs because it was the simplest.

Ye Rong ate the meal made by her daughter and felt that her daughter was so well behaved. Now she could cook and the food was so delicious.

Of course, Yan Huan did not deliberately show how good she was. In fact, she was still a little clumsy. Sometimes she would put less salt, sometimes more salt, and sometimes no seasoning at all.

No matter what, it was an incremental process. She was not a little monster. How could she learn it in one go? Besides, those who could learn it in one go were adults, and she was still a child.

Others visited relatives everywhere during the Chinese New Year, but they had no relatives at home. They were just mother and daughter who depended on each other.

Ye Rong put five yuan in a red envelope and gave it to her daughter. It was the New Year's money that her mother gave to Huan Huan.

"Thank you, Mom."

Yan Huan took her New Year's money and happily ran to the drawer. There was a small drawer belonging to her. It was filled with her own little things. She put her New Year's money in it. In fact, there were two, one for her two-year-old and one for her three-year-old. As for the one-year-old, she didn't seem to have any.

But she was very happy with two of them.

This proved that she had been back for two years.

She was already three years old and could do many things. When she was four years old, she could do even more things.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, Ye Rong woke her daughter up early, put new clothes on her, and wrapped her little face tightly.