Chapter 738: Snowball Fight

Candy frowned and shrugged her red nose.

"Isn't it normal for children to want to have a snowball fight?"

Casually inserting the shovel into the accumulated snow, Mo Jingchun glanced at the unconvinced Candy and said in a flat tone:

"well said!"

Just when Candy thought that her brother was overwhelmed by her reasons, her next sentence made her feel bad.

"You've only had a snowball fight as a child, and you're already a mature first-year student."

"So... what does snowball fights have to do with you?"

"At your age, the biggest relationship is homework."

Candy didn't want to talk anymore, she was afraid that if she said one more word, her brother would give her homework.

Although the homework in the first grade was not difficult for her, it was obvious that her brother knew this too.

So every time the homework assigned by my brother is Chinese, I copy the text endlessly.

Didn't this kill her.

hateful! I was pinched by my brother again.

Pouted, Candy snorted in admiration, and walked into the room with her head held high and her chest held high like a big white goose that had won.

Mo Jingchun shook his head, the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously.

"Little boy, fighting with my brother, I'm still a little tender."

Zero regrets that he doesn't know how to eat while watching the whole show, otherwise he would grab a handful of melon seeds and watch the show as much as he wants.

Walking into the house, feeling the heat from the indoor air conditioner, Mo Jingchun took off his down jacket.

Looking at the sullen Candy sitting on the sofa, Mo Jingchun smiled and asked:

"What do you want for breakfast?"

Candy raised her eyebrows, what else would she choose to have breakfast with her brother? Is the sun out in the west today?

"I want to eat steamed buns."

Mo Jingchun glanced at the candy that asked for a lot, and said bluntly: "You are still three years old? There are only noodles, eat it or not."

Candy was so angry with his brother, but there was nothing he could do about him.

I can't beat it, I can't say it, I'm so angry.

"I don't have a choice, let me choose?!"

Mo Jingchun chuckled and said, "Isn't life need a sense of ritual, brother, this is all for your own good."

"Brother, then I don't want the sense of ceremony, okay?"

"That won't work."

I don't know why, the more understatement my brother said, the angrier Candy felt.

What surprised Tangtang was that after watching an episode of cartoons, she could smell the aroma of steamed buns.

The strong fragrance is Xiaolongbaozi, absolutely unmistakable.

Squinting his eyes, Candy happily shook his head from side to side.

"My brother really loves Guoer the most."

Half an hour later, Mo Jingchun and Tang Tang were sitting at the dining table eating steaming steamed buns, and Ling was sitting on the sofa watching martial arts movies.

At a certain moment, the three of them looked in the direction of the elevator at the same time.

Zhou Yaling, with disheveled hair, came out of the elevator wearing thick pajamas and yawning.

Mo Jingchun looked at Zhou Yaling in surprise, and asked, "You woke up before eight o'clock, what a miracle."

"It's snowing heavily today, I thought you were going to sleep until noon for lunch."

Zhou Yaling shrugged her nose, and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't wake me up if there are steamed buns, you have no conscience."

No need to ask, Candy also knows that the elder sister is talking about her.

"Sister, why didn't I call you, I woke you up early in the morning, it's my sister, you insist on sleeping for a while."

Candy's reminder made Zhou Yaling really speechless.

In the morning, Candy went to wake her up, which is true.

But the conscience of heaven and earth obviously wanted her to get up and build a snowman and have a snowball fight.

Forget it, adults don't count villains.

Glancing at the confident candy, Zhou Yaling went straight to the kitchen.

Fortunately, there are still a lot of Xiaolongbao.

After taking two cages of steamed buns, Zhou Yaling sat on the dining table, looked at the mustard between the elder brother and the candy, and said in surprise:

"I remember that the mustard is gone."

"Why? There's still a box in the cabinet." Candy looked at her sister suspiciously.

So big a box of mustard, sister selective blindness?

At this time, Mo Jingchun took a sip of porridge and said, "I asked Ling to go to the cafeteria to get a box, what a big deal."

Eating delicious steamed buns, Zhou Yaling asked inadvertently:

"Is it still snowing outside?"

"Yeah, it's snowing like a goose feather."

Candy, who was trying to get her sister to play a snowball fight, was the first to answer.

Glancing at the active candy, the little guy obediently lowered his head and drank the porridge.

"Didn't the weather forecast say that it will snow heavily today and tomorrow? It's normal that it's still snowing."

Mo Jingchun guessed that according to the speed of snowfall before, the yard that was cleared this morning was probably covered with a thick layer of snow again.

"Hey, brother, do you feel that this year is particularly cold?"

"It's just an illusion, it's the same every year at this time."

"And if I remember correctly, last year's first snow came earlier than this year's."

"But you are right about one thing, this year's cold time may be longer than in previous years."

Zhou Yaling asked curiously, "Why?"

"Fanchun! Isn't it so cold when it comes to Ching Ming Festival?"

"I remember there were several times when it snowed on Tomb-sweeping Day."

Hearing this, Zhou Yaling said with confused eyes:

"Why don't I have an impression?"

The corner of Mo Jingchun's mouth twitched, and he said, "On Ching Ming Festival, how many times have you visited your old Zhou family's ancestral grave, what kind of impression do you have?"

"Hahaha, sister, you are not as good as me, Guo'er will worship ancestors with her brother every Qingming Festival."

"Every time we worship our ancestors, we have to set off a lot of fireworks, oh yes, we also need to kowtow."

"Right, brother."

Mo Jingchun gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "That's right, my candy is the most obedient, next year I will try to kowtow to the ancestors a few more times, and bless my candy to be healthy and safe."

"Yeah!" Candy believed it was true, and said seriously:

"Then kowtow a few more times, and the ancestors will also bless your brother and sister."

Sure enough, children are the easiest to make people happy.

Touching Candy's mind, Mo Jingchun happily said:

"Good boy."

Zhou Yaling had to admit that in terms of flattery, compared with Candy, she was not a little bit worse.

Just like the flattering look just now, don't say that my brother eats this.

Even the smiling sister-in-law of Jiuquan couldn't hold it.

Probably the little guy's sweet words played a role. After breakfast, the little guy watched the yard turn white again, and couldn't help but drag Ling and his sister out for a snowball fight.

Only this time Mo Jingchun didn't stop him.

Even if the little hands turn red from the cold, the little guy enjoys it.

Looking at the snowman on the opposite roof, Tangtang laughed and threw the snowball over.

It's a pity that candy doesn't have the strength to throw it as far and as high.

But Hawkeye on the high ground is different.

Hawkeye chuckled, squeezed the snowball and threw it towards the candy.