第四十七章(4/5)

            邹丰转过身子，低头看着她，咧开的嘴笑弯了眼眉；“那也行，反正爸爸也很饿。”
                                                                                                                                                                “那爸你到是煮饭啊？”邹贝茫然，饿还不动手？大眼睛盯着邹丰要解释。
                                                                                                                                                                “厄…煮饭，煮饭，站到一边去。”邹丰挣开抱着自己行动不便的双手，跟女儿讲这些有什么用，先喂饱她肚子再说吧。
                                                                                                                                                                “知道啦！”邹贝站到一边，看老爸忙，自己就发傻，也不去边上坐着，瞧着老爸那一水滑溜的手艺，心里的满足感都快溢出喉咙。
                                                                                                                                                                “宝贝你不看看书吗？再过一周是不是要考试了？”邹丰询问；“感觉怎么样？有什么问题没？”
                                                                                                                                                                “也不看看我是谁！”邹贝来劲了，骄傲的扬起下巴；“那点问题算什么问题！”到不是邹贝骄傲，老师教的没有自己不会的，也许真是自己大两岁的原因，也没有觉得什么是特别难的。
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           “横吧！啊？”邹丰莞尔；“到时候考不好，别哭啊。”臭丫头，邹丰心里嘀咕，一提起学习就开始得意，虽然邹丰也知道女儿成绩好，但是哪有父母不想孩子更好的。
                                                                                                                                                                “切。”邹贝蹦起来，眉眼满是不在乎；“爸爸你放心，保准是前三名。”说罢脖子一甩，扭身就上里屋跑去。
                                                                                                                                                                “干嘛去啊？”邹丰偏着脸问跑开的女儿。
                                                            

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