Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

"Lu'er, Xing'er, Zhou'er, there are snacks over there. If you are tired of practicing, just eat some." Qian Yirong told his younger brothers.

The fried rice made by Nuonuo's brother was for him and his eldest brother. The other brothers should not come and steal it, he thought to himself.

If An Yilu and the other three could hear his voice, they would definitely say: Don't worry, even if they are hungry, they will not compete with the eldest and second brothers.

After all, if you eat one meal from my little brother, you probably won’t want to eat again for three days.

"Okay, second brother, let's go."

An Yilu took his two younger brothers and turned around to leave.

Not far away from them, Qian Yiyun couldn't help but feel amused as she watched several children playing tricks on each other.

But when she thought of the dishes her nephew had cooked, she suddenly stopped smiling and felt that she should also practice hard. If she didn't practice, she would probably get this meal.

Thinking about it, she followed An Yilu and the three of them to the side to practice.

Not only did she not want to eat her nephew's food, but she really needed to practice, otherwise, a weakling like her would not be able to survive at the top of Hua Yan Jue.

"Little aunt, do you also want to practice?"

An Yilu asked as he watched the little aunt come to them, took out the medicine refining note given to her by her mother.

"Yes, everyone needs to work hard, and so does my little aunt, otherwise, she will be eliminated." Qian Yiyun looked at them and said softly.

"I won't be eliminated. My little aunt is still a newcomer."

An Yixing shrugged the tip of his nose and muttered softly, including them, they were all newcomers.

They have just arrived at Hua Yan Jue. There is no one who cannot be eliminated. As long as they work hard enough in the future, someone else will definitely be eliminated. Anyway, it will definitely not be them.

While he was talking, he glanced secretly at Nuonuo and saw that he was still praising the fried rice he made, so he said quickly.

"Little aunt, let's practice quickly."

"Okay, practice quickly."

Qian Yiyun also looked over there and smiled.

The little baby was actually quite unjust. He really thought the fried rice he made was delicious.

Because that time, when he fried the fried rice and gave it to his three brothers, they said it was delicious. Then he wanted to take a bite, but he was rejected by his three brothers.

The three brothers told him that the fried rice was for them, how could he eat it himself.

Therefore, the little milk baby who was not eating really thought that the fried rice he made was very delicious. Otherwise, why would the three brothers cry at the end of the meal and say that they would put it away and save it for dinner?

Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that his three brothers couldn't eat any more and thought of hiding the unpalatable fried rice first and then secretly dumping it out when the little milk baby wasn't around.

Then, they said they had finished eating.

Just as the three of them entered the state of cultivation, the fried rice of Qian Yinuo's child on the other side was also ready.

When the little baby was making fried rice, the two elder brothers were already confused because they saw a certain little guy pouring a lot of salt into the fried rice.

"Brother, this...cough!"

Qian Yirong swallowed, then coughed slightly, not knowing what to say at all.

He wanted to ask, can he still eat the fried rice with so much salt poured into it?

Even if they don't usually cook, they know that the salt is not put in this way. What's more, brother Nono not only put so much salt, but also added a tablespoon of sugar and soy sauce afterwards.

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