Chapter 1097: Spring Festival couplet (1)

As flat as the ground?
Shui Anluo's hand rubbing his ink slightly, slowing down his speed even more.
Now he is above the snow-capped mountains.
"Girl, I want to tell you that when your father was only eighteen years old, he could take me out of the devil's land with a person who was afraid of death. You don't need to be so worried." Chu Mobai said, reaching out his hand Putting down the pen in his hand, "Go get the paste and go out and paste a couplet with Dad."
"Okay--" Shui Anluo said, da da went upstairs to pick up his clothes, and then went to the kitchen to put down the paste on the gas.
There is a custom in the north, where the Spring Festival couplet will cook the paste by himself. Before, Grandpa would cook the paste by himself when he was alive, so she is no stranger to this thing.
It was just that she did not expect that large households like the Chu family would do this.
Chu Mobai and Shui Anluo posted a spring couplet outside. He Xiaoran stood on the second floor and watched. Shui Anluo wore a fiery red down jacket. It was too cold outside. Her furry hat almost covered her little face. At this moment, holding the Spring Festival couplet in his head, he planned to hand it to Chu Mobai.
Pretty silly girl.
Although staying a bit, I was stupid.
But people are still nice.
He Xiaoran thought that she was jealous of Shui Anluo and jealous of her stupidity.
"Dad, here, here, diagonally--"
Chu Cuiyi slept for two hours, waking slowly and hearing the sound of his wife whining.
He reached out and squeezed his forehead, got up carefully, and did not mess with their ancestors.
The baby moved, and then continued to bite his little finger to sleep.
Listening to the movement outside the door, Chu Cuiyi got out of bed and went out.
"No, no, Dad doesn't brush enough." Shui Anluo yelled.
Is this still outside his door?
What to brush?
Chu Muyi thought, and reached out to open the door.
Chu Mobai's hands were compressed, and he couldn't help shaking. Then, the hand holding the paste shook slightly.
"Wow--"
"Mom--"
Shui Anluo was shocked, and then stepped back, watching the muddy wing of the muddy man before him.
Grunt--
Shui Anluo couldn't help swallowing her mouthful. Fortunately, it wasn't for her.
But father-in-law, you drank down a jar of paste, this is intentional, intentional!
In addition to the echo of the jar falling to the door, Shui Anluo swallowed saliva.
This is probably an accident!
"What are you doing?" Chu Cuiyi said coldly.
Shui Anluo's body shook a bit. She couldn't help hiding behind her father-in-law, but didn't want to do anything, just because it was an accident.
Chu Mobai is indifferent, isn't it just pouring a paste?
"Shui Anluo, come in." Chu Cuiyi said, holding out Suan Anluo's wrist directly, then entered the door, slammed the door closed, and closed Suananluo's eyes for help.
He Xiaoran heard the movement coming out of the room, looked at the incoherent and couldn't help but asked, "What's going on?"
"It's okay, pour your son." Chu Mobai said, squatting down to pack the paste on the ground.
He Xiaoran's mouth twitched slightly, her son with cleanliness!
Shui Anluo was pulled into the bathroom by Chu Muyi's wings, and then flung directly on the wall to open the shower.
Shui Anluo couldn't help struggling. Fortunately, she took off her down jacket after entering the room, otherwise she would cry blindly now.
"Is it fun?" Chu Muyi said coldly.