Who says that real and fake daughters must fight each other?

When I was hesitating whether to knock on the door, someone came out.

When the visitor saw Yunhe standing at the door, he cried out and ran over.

He took Yunhe’s hand and walked into the villa.

"Miss, it's so cold, why don't you put on more clothes? Why are you standing at the door and not coming in?"

Yunhe touched his nose embarrassedly and chuckled.

"Grandpa Wu, good morning. I came out for a run." I was too embarrassed to say that I didn't recognize which villa was the He family's villa. I really can't blame her~

Grandpa Wu smiled innocently and walked inside with Yunhe.

"Go back and ask Aunt Zhang to make me some ginger tea to get rid of the cold. It's so cold, you must have been standing at the door for a long time."

Yunhe nodded to indicate that she understood.

"Grandpa Wu, why are you up so early?"

Grandpa Wu laughed and said half-jokingly: "I'm old and can't sleep. Unlike you young people, you go to bed early and get up early, and you also go to exercise and have good health."

Yunhe touched his nose and felt a little sad.

My grandma is the same. She always has trouble sleeping after she got older.

Grandpa Wu led her into the gate and planned to go out for a walk.

"Come in. I'm going to go out and see if the flowers and plants outside the villa need trimming."

Yunhe nodded, thanked Grandpa Wu obediently, turned around and prepared to go upstairs to take a hot shower and change clothes.

As for Grandpa Wu's suggestion of having Aunt Zhang make ginger soup...

Forget it, she doesn't like to trouble others.

When I returned to the room and looked at the time, it was only half past seven.

Yunhe tidied herself up and went in to take a shower.

And the internet-addicted girl next door, He Youyou...

I spent the whole night immersed in the fact that my favorite writer is my sister and couldn't sleep because of excitement.

It was not until around 4:50 that I could no longer resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Just after taking a shower, I heard Xiao Hexing screaming.

"Ahahahahaha, Auntie, take the nest down quickly!"

He woke up.

Yunhe packed up her things and planned to go downstairs to cook breakfast.

She was hungry after running.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the first floor and the elevator door opened, I saw He Lin standing in front of the elevator in sportswear.

Yun He was surprised for a moment, looked at the water droplets on his short hair, and raised her eyebrows.

Without saying anything, she nodded and gave up her seat to let him into the elevator.

It looks like he went running too, Yunhe thought.

The aunties who take care of us at home are Aunt Luo and Aunt Chen.

Aunt Luo is good at cooking Cantonese cuisine. Her light meals are very popular with He's mother, and Yunhe also likes Aunt Luo's dishes more.

He Youyou and He Lin are two good siblings who love strong flavors. When it comes to taste, the two siblings are surprisingly similar.

Therefore, Aunt Chen was more like a chef hired specifically for the two of them.

As for our little He Xing, he can only eat light meals because he is too young.

When Yunhe entered the kitchen, the two aunts were already busy making breakfast.

Yunhe greeted the two aunts, turned around and left the kitchen.

I originally wanted to make it myself, but since they were almost ready, I just sat down and waited.

Aunt Zhang placed He Xing next to Yunhe.

"Miss, I'll go make you some ginger soup to warm you up. Can you play with Master He Xing for a while?"

Yunhe nodded, there was nothing wrong with that.

So he picked up He Xing and let her sit on his lap.

He Xingren has a small head and blinks his big eyes as he stares at Yunhe.

She even maliciously compared He Xing's head to his body.

Hmm... Yunhe couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

Oh my god, it's so cute, it's actually 3.5 head height, hahahahahahahahahahahaha.

He Xing looked at the new sister in confusion.

Staring at Yun He, He Xing asked: "What are you laughing at?"

Yun He tried her best to hold back her emotions and looked at He Xing with a serious face, but she couldn't hold back her emotions completely.

"No, I think He Xing is cute."

He Xing frowned unhappily.

He corrected her seriously: "I'm a boy. Boys can't be called cute. They should be called handsome! Cute is for you girls."

He Xing raised his head with a proud look on his face.

He's father, who had come downstairs to prepare breakfast, laughed out loud when he heard this.

He pinched He Xing’s little chubby face.

"You little brat are talking about boys. You are just a boy now."

He Youyou, who was woken up by the alarm clock, just walked out of the room when she heard these words. She was startled and her eyes became much clearer.

"Nantong? Where is Nantong?"

He's father didn't understand much about this, and without being defensive, he said directly: "Isn't your brother He Xing a boy?"

Ah??? He Youyou scratched his head.

Is that true? He was diagnosed with Nantong at such a young age?!

As for the writer Yun He, he naturally knew what was wrong with the two of them having such irrelevant conversation.

So he said, "Isn't it true? Our He Xing is still a child."

This suddenly woke He Youyou up.

It's so funny. It's hard to think straight when you haven't woken up yet.

It almost made a fool of myself.

Then he went downstairs happily to find Yunhe.

"Sister, sister~"

He's father almost choked to death on a mouthful of water.

When had I ever heard her daughter speak in such a hoarse voice?

It seems that after she entered the first grade, she no longer liked to sing in a high-pitched voice to act coquettishly.

Now, I took the wrong medicine?

"He Youyou, did you take the wrong medicine? You're so disgusting when you speak with your throat squeezed."

He Lin was very curious, and with the spirit of asking questions, he stubbornly approached He Youyou and tried to annoy He Youyou.

If someone makes you angry, you should punch them.

"He Lin, you are sick."

He Lin was beaten so hard that he ran away in panic, jumping back and forth in the hall to avoid the punches.

Yunhe couldn't help laughing. This brother and sister were really funny.

He Xing clapped his hands and giggled: "Beat! Beat! Brother, beat! Sister, hahahaha~"

He Lin said while dodging.

"He Xing, you are such a heartless little thing. I'm your brother and I'm so good to you, but you actually let your sister beat me."

He's father touched his head helplessly, feeling that his hair had become thinner, and was worried when asked.

"Oh, stop fighting, it's time to eat." Aunt Zhang walked out of the kitchen and saw this scene again, feeling helpless.

As the elders in the family, they often see He Lin and He Youyou quarreling with each other, and they usually have fun watching them.

In this respect, the young masters and young ladies of wealthy families seem to be similar to the naughty monkeys at home. They all love to play and make trouble.

At the dinner table, I looked at the empty seat next to He's father with some curiosity.

I asked, "Where is she?"

Asking He's mother, it was only when He's father heard her words that he keenly noticed that the child was awkward.

I was curious why my wife didn't come down to eat, but I didn't want to call her mom. I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat.

Oh, his own daughter!

He's father smiled, somewhat reluctantly: "Your mother can't get up that early. She usually gets up at nine to eat. Eat, don't worry."

Yun He understood, nodded, and continued eating.

Not to mention, even breakfast in wealthy families has several dishes.

By the way, He's father suddenly remembered that his wife said she would take the children to the next door to have lunch and meet some people at noon today.

Next weekend, other relatives, such as grandparents, will come.

It seems that he didn’t tell Yunhe yesterday, so he might as well tell her now. Fortunately, the He family doesn’t have the rule of not talking while eating or sleeping.

After swallowing the porridge in his throat, He's father picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.

"Xiao He." Yun He looked up at him, with some confusion in his eyes.

"Your mother is going to take you to Aunt Chen's house next door for lunch today so you can get to know each other. Aunt Chen is a very good friend of your mother, so don't feel shy when you go over at noon."

After saying that, he stood up and reached out to touch Yunhe's head.

Yunhe nodded to indicate that she understood.

After breakfast, He Youyou stuck to Yunhe. They sat on the sofa. He Youyou held Yunhe's hand and rubbed her head against Yunhe.

My heart blossomed with joy.

So happy, so happy, hehehe~

Yun He was also convinced. It was the first time she met her die-hard book fan, and he was so clingy. She had lived for seventeen years and felt helpless.

I wanted to pull my hand out, but I was afraid that my fans would be sad.

I had no choice but to sit stiffly on the sofa, in a dilemma.

Suddenly, something occurred to her.

He quickly pulled his hand out and asked He Youyou seriously about Aunt Chen next door.

He Youyou pouted and said, "Even if you don't let me hold your hand, I still want to hold your hand."

He went up to hold her hand again, and when he succeeded, he felt very satisfied.

"Auntie Chen is Mommy's good friend. She has a son named Chen Sui and a daughter named Chen Nian. Chen Sui is also 17 this year, the same age as us. Xiao Nian is ten years old now. She's a very tough girl who learns Muay Thai and often beats her brother up until he cries."

After saying that, he looked at his hands with regret: "I should also learn martial arts and beat He Lin until he cries for his parents!"

He Lin, who had gone out to play with his friends after breakfast early in the morning, sneezed in the greenhouse of the villa area opposite, 500 meters away.

"Who's talking about me?" he muttered.