The koi milk bag is three and a half years old, and six older brothers are vying for favor

"This is your sister's bottle and milk powder. She drinks it three times a day. Remember to put the water in first and then add the milk powder. The water temperature must be tested in advance. It should not be too hot or too cold."

He Qingshu took out a round exclusive suitcase from the cloakroom and put several sets of clothes and her daily necessities in it.

The milk powder and milk bottles were packed in separate bags. After putting them away, he took out the milk powder nervously and told Gu Chenyang, who was accompanying him to help, about the dosage and the specific milk-making operation process.

"Don't worry, Mom, I've made milk powder for Yuanyuan several times in the hospital. I can do it even with my eyes closed. You don't have to worry!"

Gu Chenyang was not impatient when he heard this, reached out to take the bag, and assured with a confident expression.

He didn't know how to make milk before, and even according to the instructions on the milk powder can, he made a mess.

Fortunately, the Gu family was not short of money. He secretly used his pocket money to buy a new can of milk powder and practiced five or six times. Each time he drank the finished and semi-finished products by himself. He drank until his stomach was full before he mastered it. Learned the technique of soaking milk.

However, he felt it was too embarrassing to hide and secretly practice making milk powder, so he didn't tell anyone else. If anyone asked, he would say that he was gifted.

"In addition to making milk powder three times a day, you also need to remember to eat. Your eldest brother always forgets to eat when he is busy, and so does Yuanyuan. You are responsible for keeping an eye on them. When meal time comes, let the bodyguard buy it. There are also the things in this box clothing……"

After He Qingshu told her how to make milk, she also told her other things one by one. It wasn't until Gu Mingchen said that her assistant had booked the tickets and came upstairs to remind her that she reluctantly followed her two sons to the gate. Send the father and son into the car and leave.

While Gu Guoxing was driving to the airport with his two sons, Yuanyuan and the other three people on the other side had already arrived at the Palace of Hell. After the ghost messenger went in to report, they stood at the entrance of the palace and waited.

"It turns out that this is the underworld. The ghost town is not much different from our cities in the world. They have high-rise buildings, various shops, and transportation, just like a small city!"

No matter how smart and steady Yan Yushu is, he is still an eight-year-old child. When he came to the underworld for the first time and saw the scene of the underworld, he could not close his mouth in amazement. When he was walking through the ghost town, he would utter exclamations from time to time. When he came here to see When he arrived at the majestic Palace of Hell, his eyes widened even more. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he turned to Yuanyuan beside him and sighed.

He had only seen and read about the underworld on TV or in books, and most of it was dark, dark and terrifying.

The buildings are also from ancient times. Who would have thought that except for the Palace of Hell, which looks like the palace on TV, other places are full of modernity!
  "The science and technology in the underworld is developing rapidly, and of course the underworld must keep pace with the times. There are so many people dying every day, and it takes a long time to queue up for reincarnation. There are people from all walks of life in there, so naturally they can help build the underworld!"

Hearing Yan Yushu's words, before Yuanyuan could speak, the ghost guard on guard at the entrance of the palace couldn't help but talk to him.

"Will you give them wages for helping to build the underworld?" Yan Yushu asked in shock after hearing this.

He is smarter than other children of his age. He can read and write at the age of five, and he learned to surf the Internet early.

It is common to see netizens on major social platforms complaining about the hard work at work. Some even joke that "it's better to die than work overtime every day." Who would have thought that you would have to work overtime after you die and come to the underworld? ! (End of chapter)