In order to prove that what he said was right, Leng Yicheng turned around and pointed at the TV.

Ji Yixi raised his eyebrows, "What is on TV is not necessarily true. ”

"It's okay, when I go to school, I can watch other children quarrel!"

My lord:

Kid, I don't go to school to see other people arguing!

Xia Zhi touched Leng Yicheng's head dotingly, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"Let's talk, I'll go get some food ready."

She turned her head to say something to Leng Tian, but was pulled down by him.

"It's still early!"

Leng Tian looked at her.

Xia Zhi smiled and responded softly: "It's not early, this will start to prepare, just right, I still have to make some soup for grandpa!" ”

You can't go out to accompany your grandfather, at least you can still make him something to eat and let the housekeeper send it over.

Today, she also promised Nanfang to cook food for him, and Ziqi will come over in a while, and her mind is beginning to turn around what dishes to prepare.

Leng Tian pinched her face, "Wait a while, just let Fu Ma prepare some dishes, don't be too tired!" ”

Xia Zhi's eyes slid a trace of cunning, and he whispered: "If you eat what Fu Ma did, I won't do it." ”

Cold:

The dishes made by his wife are very suitable for his taste, and he is tired of eating Fu Ma's.

"Let's make a few dishes!"

A certain master arrogantly commanded, she laughed, patted the back of his hand, got up and went to the kitchen to work.

Leng Yicheng also followed step by step, "Mommy, I'll help you!" ”

Xia Zhi laughed, "Mommy, let's go see what dishes are available, you play with Daddy's uncles here first!" ”

"Those big guys aren't fun!"

Leng Yicheng disliked it.

Cold:

West of the Quarter:

South:

Xia Zhi looked back at their expressions funny, and walked to the kitchen with his son's fleshy little hand.

"Your milk is cold and you can't drink it, give it to me!"

"Mommy, give!"

Leng Yicheng gave her the bottle, and only half a bottle of milk was left.

She touched it and it was still a little warm.

I wrung the cap and drank it myself.

"Mommy, didn't you say you can't drink it?" Leng Yicheng looked at her worriedly, "It's going to have diarrhea!" ”

Xia Zhi smiled and touched the little guy's tender little face dotingly.

"Mommy has strong immunity and won't have diarrhea, but children can't drink cold."

"Oh, the child's immunity is so poor, then I have to grow up quickly!"

Leng Yicheng nodded seriously, secretly remembering.

Fu Ma looked at the little guy's cute expression with a funny smile, and helped Xia Zhi bring the milk powder.

Xia Zhi asked what dishes he had and made milk powder for his son.

After flushing, she unscrewed the cap, shook it a few times, and opened it again to vent before it was screwed again.

Then he handed it to his son.

"It's still hot, and you can drink it when it's cool!"

She whispered softly, Leng Yicheng nodded hurriedly, carrying the bottle, and followed her around the kitchen.

Xia Zhi saw her son grabbing her trouser leg and following her, picking him up and letting him sit on the chair in a funny way, so as not to step on him inadvertently.

"Baby, you just sit here and watch Mommy cook!"

"Uh-huh!"

Leng Yicheng hugged the bottle and shivered hotly, Xia Zhi hurriedly opened his trouser legs and checked his thighs.

A little red, she lowered her head and blew it, and took a towel to cool it down.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, Mommy, it's just a little hot."

"Let's put this first!" She quickly took the bottle and put it on the counter.