My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

"It's Mianmian who forgot all this." Mianmian walked up to Meranti and looked up at Meranti, "Mianmian originally thought that you and Mianmian would be together and Mianmian would teach you everything, but Mianmian is always too busy."

 Mianmian is indeed telling the truth. There is always something waiting for her to do, and there is no free time at all.

　　I have dinner at home today, and I have to go out early and come back late tomorrow to go to kindergarten!

 She has been on leave for too long!

"I don't blame you." Meranti lowered her eyes, but there was distress in her eyes, "It's because we didn't help you."

 Every time something big happens, Mianmian basically solves it himself. It makes no difference whether they are there or not. On the contrary, Mianmian's new acquaintance, Ayu, helped Mianmian a lot.

“No, you are my friends, and supporting me is the greatest help to me.”

 Speaking, Mianmian called Ayu in her heart.

 She was not joking when she said she wanted to teach everyone something.

A-Yu has a high level of attainments in spiritual knowledge. She is certainly not the only one who can learn the method of communicating ideas by touching each other's heads. If everyone wants to learn, they should be able to learn it well.

 After learning well, Meranti can talk to his mother by himself without looking at her with such envy.

A-Yu knew what Mianmian was thinking, so he gathered everyone together and began to teach the magic of "spiritual communication".

Mianmian sat under the pomegranate tree and listened. She looked up at the sky and her friends. She quietly turned her back to everyone and opened the small porcelain bottle in the small bag.

 Looking at it every day, there was only a little something added in the small porcelain bottle every time. She was very anxious.

So I tried my best to forget it, and then opened it again after a long period of time.

It was almost three weeks since I opened it this time.

She held the small porcelain bottle, pointed the mouth of the small porcelain bottle towards her left eye, and held her breath to look inside.

Then I saw at a glance that the small porcelain bottle was half filled with clear water!

 It’s already half of it!

Mianmian was extremely surprised.

so much?

Then isn’t she almost successful? Aren’t mom and dad waking up soon? But why are there so many? Last time I looked at it, I only had a shallow foundation.

 Mianmian is a little confused.

 She touched the small porcelain vase and looked at the pomegranate tree in front of her, with a silly smile on her lips.

In the pomegranate tree, Wan Jia saw Mian Mian smiling so happily. Thinking of what her son usually said to her, she couldn't help but express her happiness for Mian Mian.

“Sister-in-law, has your merit increased rapidly recently?”

Mianmian hid the small porcelain bottle and admitted frankly: "It's a little bit fast, a little weird. I don't know why."

Wan Jia's voice was gentle: "It must be because my aunt has worked so hard to help everyone. My aunt has to pay more attention to rest even though she works so hard. I heard that you were seriously injured before, and your body is the capital of the revolution."

"Yeah." Mianmian touched her chest, "The wound has healed. I'm in great health. I'll be fine."

Hearing the nonchalance in Mianmian's tone, Wan Jia felt even more distressed.

 No matter how great your body is, being pierced through a hole is still very scary, right? When her son came to complain to her, he cried, saying that he was of no use and could not help Mianmian.

Those who have received the favor know that my sister-in-law saved them out of sincerity and was not one-sidedly trying to accumulate merit.

 That's why I blame myself even more, unable to repay my sister-in-law's sincerity.

“How about I sing for you?” Wan Jia suddenly said, “In my memory, I have learned many songs.”

Mianmian has never heard Wan Jia sing.

She nodded, leaned against the pomegranate tree, and listened to Wan Jia singing an ancient Jiangnan ditty. After listening, Mianmian fell asleep.

The few Merantis who were studying saw the cute little dumpling sitting under the big tree sleeping, and they didn't want to make any more noise. However, a few young ones even had a physical fight over who would take Mianmian back.

Hitting and typing, and when I turned around again, Mianmian was gone!

Little Bailong felt aggrieved: "Oh, why is Mianmian missing? Who secretly carried Mianmian back?"

 Yingfang and Yingmiao looked at each other: "I don't know."

Smelling the smell left on the ground, Bai Bai knew who it was and ran away in anger.

　　Moranti thought for a moment, stretched out her hand against the tree, and asked her mother.

As before, Wanjia silently answered her son's question: "There was a little monkey sitting on a stick, and he came here to take Mianmian back. The little monkey was very strong, and he picked up Mianmian easily. .”

 After arriving at Su's house, Meranti was very excited when she heard her mother's voice for the first time.

Knowing that it was the little monkey who had taken Mianmian away, he didn't care anymore and silently communicated with his mother: "Mom...thank you for telling me."

Wan Jia didn’t expect that her son would really learn that way of communication.

She was silent for a long time, then smiled and said, "Isn't it a bit too polite to call me mom and say thank you to me?"

　　Moranti was immediately stunned.

 He still remembered that Wan Jia said before that she did not want to have a son like him, and felt that it would be better if he was not born. Now, has mom finally accepted him?

Tears were about to fall from the corners of Meranti's eyes when the winner's stiff and cold voice came from beside him: "I'm sorry, I heard you talking to your mother. So it turned out that the monkey took Mianmian away?"

 “Brother, I heard that he is the reincarnation of Sun Wukong.”

“…Sister, Bailong, let’s continue to practice.”

 If you don’t practice, you will be under great pressure.

 The little monkey who just arrived can quietly take Mianmian away while they are fighting for it. Where will they have a place in the future?

Xiao Xiao controlled the golden cudgel and flew to the door of Mianmian's room, where he also met the maid of the Su family.

The maid looked shocked: "Ah, ah, this, that, Mr. Monkey, hello!"

The scene of the monkey sitting on a super big stick, holding the sleeping Mianmian steady with his little hands, was too much of an impact for this maid.

But she thought that she was someone who had seen a dragon, and she suddenly found her confidence again, and said seriously: "My aunt is asleep, please send her back. Thank you for your hard work."

After saying this, the maid bowed seriously.

Xiaoxiao also bowed like the maid, showed a naughty smile, and pointed at the door.

The maid quickly opened the door and let the little monkey and Mianmian in.

 When he arrived at the house, the little monkey slowly controlled Mianmian's whereabouts. He didn't just hold Mianmian directly, he used the magic of moving mountains and filling seas to make Mianmian float.

Mian Mian fell on the bed, feeling nothing yet, and still slept soundly against the pillow.

 Xiao Xiao turned around, stood on the golden hoop and bowed to the maid. Putting his two little hands together and bowing, he looked so cute.

The maid was extremely cute, and it was even more amazing to think that this little monkey might be the reincarnation of the Monkey King.

She quickly bowed in response to the little monkey, then walked to the bed and gently changed Mianmian's sleeping position to be more comfortable.

 Mianmian slept so soundly and never woke up because she was dreaming about her parents.