Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

The old man Jiang hesitated: "Mother Hu, that..."

Gu Nuo'er quickly interrupted: "Mommy, put a little more sugar, the guest said it's too sweet, just put a little less next time, it's alright!"

Mammy Hu was a little worried, she helplessly rubbed her flour-stained hands with her apron.

"Really, I tasted a little at first, and I didn't think it was too sweet. Maybe the taste of young people is different now."

Gu Nuo'er held a sweet smile, she ran to hug Mammy Hu's arm and acted like a spoiled child.

"Mummy, normally Nuoer likes to eat sweets, so you must have put more sugar in it, it doesn't matter, less sugar next time."

Mother Hu then smiled: "Okay, I will definitely remember."

Except for Gu Nuo'er, who smiled nonchalantly, everyone else's expressions were a little heavy.

The little guy waved his hand: "I'm going to bring these pastries back to share with my brothers. Since the store is closed, you should go back first. I'm going to wait here for Brother Siming to pick me up."

Ning Chudie knew that the little princess had lied.

When she came just now, she clearly said that Hou Yongye was busy today, and she came to relieve her boredom.

Everyone was a little worried, and Gu Nuoer took a silver ticket with great pride.

"Sister Chudie, go, take Mamma Hu, Grandpa Jiang, and Aunt Qu to the best restaurant nearby to open a few good rooms and rest. Otherwise, others will say that the little owner of Woo has made money, and it's reluctant to part with it. Flowers for you!"

Everyone didn't move, they all looked at the little princess distressed.

The princess must have wanted to take the matter down by herself again.

"Go!" Gu Nuo'er urged again.

Xie Yinxiang didn't want the little guy to lose his mind, so he suggested: "You all go, and relax, the princess is kind, but don't refuse again and again."

In this way, Ning Chudie took the silver note and put it into her sleeve.

She reluctantly smiled and walked to the front: "Then thank the princess, let's have a good time today."

Hu mama was still a little worried: "Why don't you go, I still have a basket of cakes steaming in the back kitchen, and I can't leave."

Gu Nuo'er pushed her back with her little hand: "Mammy, you've been tired for so long, don't worry about it today, leave the cakes to me, when Brother Siming comes, if you're hungry, you can still eat some ."

Mother Hu heard the words and had to nod her head.

A few people left, and the old **** head walked to the door and glanced back worriedly.

Gu Nuo'er still smiled softly, waved at him and told him to go quickly.

Mr. Jiang sighed calmly and closed the door.

As soon as the door closed, the light inside the store became a little dark.

It's like the sugar water is burnt, leaving only a bitter shadow.

When Xie Yinxiang saw Gu Nuoer's little face, she was dignified for a while, and there seemed to be red tears in her big watery eyes.

She couldn't help stepping forward to comfort her: "Mammy is getting old, and it is inevitable that the taste will be wrong. If you go to see Langzhong, maybe it will be fine."

"No, Sister Yinxiang, it's not this that I'm sad about."

Gu Nuo'er said, there was a strong cry in the little nurse's voice.

"Obviously, when I came here in the morning, there was no problem with the cakes that Mother Hu made for me. Now that I think about it, it's because she took good care of me for three years.

She remembered my tastes clearly, put a few spoons of sugar, a few spoons of salt, and no fault. As if being good to me was deeply imprinted into her flesh and blood. Even if she can't tell the difference between sugar and salt now, she still can't go wrong with me. "

Gu Nuo'er stared at a shelf in the store in a trance, with a soft white and tender face, which was illuminated by light and shadow, and burst into tears.

"Mother Hu is old, but I want to keep her."

Having said that, a tear fell from the little guy's empty eyes.