Transmigration: From Dragon Princess To Pampered Granddaughter Chapter 69 - 69 69 Look at My Memory

69: Chapter 69: Look at My mory 69: Chapter 69: Look at My mory But Gu Tingyun, who has always been a neat freak, simply found it adorable and didn’t find it dirty in the least.

Seeing the little hamster nibbling so happily, he hesitated for a mont, and then he too picked up half a pig’s hoof in his hand and began to nibble on it.

Then he understood why the small hamster had to hold the food with both hands.

Because the wild pig was enormous, and even half a hoof was quite substantial in weight, and the small hamster’s hands were too small to hold it without using both.

In this way, holding the food with both hands and her cheeks filled with food, she was the epito of a tiny hamster.

The most adorable one at that.

A hint of laughter sparkled in Gu Tingyun’s eyes, and he gradually beca fine with the faint strange sll of the wild pig hoof.

Everyone in the family, young and old, was enjoying the al and smiling happily, except for Li Chunhua, who could only watch and not eat, was feeling terribly stuffy and uncomfortable.

The stead egg in her mouth suddenly lost its flavor.

Moreover, the aroma of the pork was truly strong, she had only taken two bites of the stead egg before she spit it out again.

The sa frustrating feeling was shared by their next-door neighbour, the Song family.

Li Chunhua had at but couldn’t eat, while they had none at all.

After giving all six jin of wild boar at to Ma Xiulian, all Madam Song could scrounge up with her work points were two big bone sticks.

The at on the sticks was cleanly shaved off, leaving no extras for old Mrs.

Song, which angered her even more.

Grumbling and cursing all the way, she returned ho to boil so cabbage soup with the bones.

Even though the soup did produce so oil and had the aroma of at, it seed all the more bland since everyone else in the commune was enjoying wild pork.

The aroma of at even outside their ho was stronger.

While slurping the tasteless bone soup and coarse grains, Madam Song cursed as she ate, “Damn Ma Xiulian!

Eating so much pork should choke or sicken her to death!”

However, the rest of the commune mbers were enjoying the pork, feeling exceedingly grateful to Ma Xiulian, the “Boar-Hunting Hero.”

Even the radio factory collective sent over twenty jin of pork as a reward for the villagers who had helped dig ditches.

It wasn’t until Gu Qingshan was halfway through his al that he rembered he had forgotten to fetch his son, so he rushed off to the Chen family’s ho.

When he got there, the Chen family had already finished their als and were cleaning up.

His son was squatting in the yard, with a serious expression washing the face and hands of a pretty and fair-skinned little girl.

Sowhat sour feelings mixed in Gu Qingshan’s heart.

His own son had never taken such care of him before.

Helian Qiao happened to be facing the gate and quickly called out in a soft voice when she saw him, “Uncle Gu~”

“Ah!”

Looking at her sweet smile, Gu Qingshan instantly felt healed, wishing how nice it would be if she were his own daughter.

Hearing the noise, Ma Xiulian walked out of the kitchen and warmly greeted him, “Factory Manager Gu, have you eaten?

We’ve still got a good amount of wild boar left in the pot.

Chunhua, quickly get Factory Manager Gu a bowl full of at.”

Gu Qingshan quickly replied, “It’s unnecessary, madam.

The canteen has also stewed a lot of wild boar.

I ca here to fetch Tingyun for dinner.”

Tingyun then said to his father, “I’ve already had lunch with Guibao.”

Gu Qingshan imdiately sensed a hint of smugness and pleasure in his son’s tone, just like an ordinary child delighted with a long-desired toy.

But his intelligent and precocious son has rarely ever expressed such emotions – this was a first.

Children really do need a playmate of the sa age!

Gu Qingshan was now growing fonder of Helian Qiao with each passing mont.

So well-behaved, adorable, and lively.

If his son spent more ti playing with her, he might also beco adorable.

Ma Xiulian slapped her thigh and exclaid, “Oh my, look at my horrendous mory.

I forgot to tell you that we invited your son over for lunch, Factory Manager Gu.”