Chapter 1170: Cloth tiger also needs a bath

"En," Guo'er lit her little head vigorously, saying that she was very good and obedient. She said that if she didn't leave here, she wouldn't leave here.
Baimei wiped her hand on her body and was about to find the cloth tiger. After the cloth tiger was washed, it kept hanging. The weather these days is not bad. What about the cloth tiger? They should all be dried.
Until Baimei arrived at the place where she was drying her clothes, she was really dumb and saw a little cloth tiger stupidly hanging on the rope.
She stepped forward and reached out and touched the little tiger.
Under this touch, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but luckily it was dried.
She put the cloth tiger in front of her eyes, and saw that the needlework of the cloth tiger was really not complicated at all. At first glance, she knew that it was made by a woman who is not very good at female celebrities.
Madam's hands for making spices are definitely rare in the world, but this female celebrity is really not even a star.
When Madam made this cloth tiger, she could actually imagine how many times she had been pierced and how long it took to make such a tiger.
This is the madam's hard work for the little master, and it's no wonder the little master likes so much, so many cloth tigers, but love this one alone.
Because this cloth tiger is not only made by the lady for the little master, but also by the lady who loves the little master.
This is something no one can replace.
The little master is so nostalgic and smart. She believes that the little master will never forget his wife in this life. Of course, she will not let others replace the identity of the lady, but it is just a fake, good for the little master to look at that picture. Face, don’t let the little master forget his face.
It’s best not to think about other things, so you can live in peace.
No one can shake the status of her wife.
Baimei held the cloth tiger in one hand and walked forward.
And Guoer, who was being held by her little hand by the nurse, grinned as soon as she saw Bai Mei.
Baimei walked in front of Guo'er and squatted down again, parallel to her sight. She found that the little master seemed to grow taller. It seemed that he was still growing a little too fast. The other day he was still small, but this is just a few. In the month of the month, he grew taller, and of course he became a little thinner. The small chin was pointed, and his big eyes were misty, making him more and more like a lady.
And how could the child born to the wife not look like her?
"What do you think this is?"
Bai Mei placed the clean cloth tiger in front of Guo'er from behind her.
Guo'er immediately let go of her little hand, and the cloth tiger in her arms had fallen to the ground.
And Guoer stretched out her little hand, and also hugged her cloth tiger, touching her little face affectionately, rubbing the cloth tiger in her arms from time to time.
This is her little tiger, the little tiger her mother gave her. She put the little tiger under her nose.
Well, this is the smell of mother.
"Little princess."
Bai Mei also took the opportunity to persuade Guoer.
Well, Guo'er raised his little face, holding the cloth tiger in his arms tightly with both hands, not to anyone or anyone to see.
It was like a tiger cub guarding food.
"Shall we make a discussion?"
Bai Mei coaxed the child in a low voice. Fortunately, she herself was a mother and knew how to talk to such a small child.
Guo'er tilted his little head. After all, he was too young and his vocabulary was limited.
What does it mean to have a discussion?
Bai Mei stretched out her finger and pointed at the nose of the tiger.
"Your cloth tiger said that he is too dirty and he needs to take a bath frequently. When he chooses to take a bath, the little princess will first hug other cloth tigers, OK, wait until it is white, we will hold it again. Is it good?"
Guo'er hugged her cloth tiger tightly again. She frowned and thought for a long time, then she nodded and agreed.
Baimei was also relieved, not knowing how dirty this cloth tiger was when he washed it. The cotton inside was black. They took apart the cloth tiger and formed a ball of black cotton inside. They were all lost, filled with new cotton, and she couldn't believe that if the little princess kept holding such cloth tigers, would the little princess die directly.
She picked up the cloth tiger discarded by Guo'er from the ground, and patted the soil on it again, when she saw the cloth tiger's stupid face.
Why do you feel that this cloth tiger is so pitiful?
The master said to throw it away, but he was not reluctant at all.
It seems that she should let someone make a few more cloth tigers. After that, when it is time to wash, the little princess said that you can hug it, so you don't need to search for it.
Xie Si stood on the side, even his eyelids had never been raised, the voices in the mansion became less and less, and the people in the mansion seemed to be less and less.
Baimei threw Buhuhuo to Daxiang. With them here, she is always at ease with the little princess, and every few days, Lord Guo will pick up the little princess and go to Weiguo Gongfu, so she doesn’t have to worry about it. Up.
Her headache now is Yipinxiang's business.
In a hurry, she brought up her skirt and went to the incense room. Madam is really a woman who likes to be prepared for danger. So now the spices in the incense room are the reason why the first-grade incense of the two capitals can be opened. Otherwise, I am afraid it is from these two families. Yipinxiang is really about to close.
There is no need to worry about Yi'an and Changlin. There will be two sisters Mi Huan in the two capitals, and it will not be too difficult. There are also a lot of superb fragrances here, as well as the fragrance with Yurong ointment. Enough for one year's consumption.
Only one year later, who can know what will happen? Of course, Bai Mei is not willing to think about what will happen in a year, because his wife may have already returned by then.
Since she was a child, her wife has experienced constant twists and turns, but no matter what happens, she will die in the end.
This time, it was the same.
She wiped the sweat from her head and looked at the empty incense room and the spices on the shelves. For some reason, there was always some sadness in her heart.
In a hurry, she pulled up her sleeves and wiped her face clean.
Well, it's okay, it will be okay. The son can definitely get his wife back, even if it is really a needle in a haystack, he will have to get the needle from the wife.
I don't know when, a cool breeze passed, and then a leaf on the tree was blown off.
So far, it is also nothing but mud.
Inside a ball of quilt, I don't know how many times I have been caught. Even the Jinsi on it seems to have been caught a few times, and that hand firmly grasped the quilt.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, until ten breaths later, when the quilt was uncovered, a young woman also sat up.