"Bowl for Daddy." Jun Moyan stretched out his hand to the little guy.

The little guy picked up his rice bowl and put it in Jun Moyan's hand, but his eyes looked at Wen Xiaoai again.

Wen Xiaoai saw Jun Moyan skillfully sandwich the vegetables for the little guy and put them in the bowl, and then put them back in front of the little guy.

"Eat." Jun Moyan said.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the bowl in front of the little guy and asked, "Do you know how to eat it yourself?" Do you need to feed you with your mother? ”

Jun Moyan brought the soup to Wen Xiaoai and said, "No, he will eat it himself." ”

The little guy who was quite good at talking to Tsing Yi upstairs just now stopped talking again, just picked up a small spoon, scooped a spoonful of rice and put it in his mouth to eat, as if he deliberately ate it for Wen Xiaoai to see, telling her that he would eat.

Wen Xiaoai looked at her chopsticks and said, "Does An An use a spoon?" ”

Jun Moyan sandwiched the dishes for Wen Xiaoai, and answered her: "An An is still young, the chopsticks are not stable, you eat quickly." ”

"Oh." Wen Xiaoai nodded and picked up the chopsticks.

The little guy was eating with a small spoon, his eyes were looking at Wen Xiaoai, and when he saw that Wen Xiaoai was also looking at him, he would look away embarrassedly, and then look back at Wen Xiaoai.

"An An eats this." Wen Xiaoai sandwiched her favorite sweet and sour pork ribs for the little guy: "Mom likes to eat this meat the most, it's sweet and fragrant." ”

Jun Mo Yan saw the ribs in the little guy's bowl, and was about to tell Wen Xiaoai that the little guy was picky and didn't eat sweet ribs, and was about to take the ribs away, but saw the little guy scoop up the ribs and bring them to his mouth to eat.

Wen Xiaoai bent down in front of the little guy and asked him with a smile, "Is it delicious?" Sweet or not? ”

The little guy looked at Wen Xiaoai, who was very close to him, and nodded.

Wen Xiaoai smiled happily, just watching the little guy eat, eating has always been a big deal for her, but Wen Xiaoai can't care about eating at this time, just watching the little guy eat is delicious.

"Little girl, eat." Jun Moyan called her.

"Hmm." Wen Xiaoai answered, but did not move, still watching the little guy eat.

"We're so well-behaved." She couldn't help but turn her head and say to Jun Moyan, then looked back at the little guy, reached out and touched the little guy's little head from time to time, and said to Jun Moyan after a while: "Our An An is so cute." ”

She really likes it.

The little guy was praised so much that his face was red, and his eyes were embarrassed to look at Wen Xiaoai again.

He likes this kind of mother so much.

"Eat first." Jun Moyan called her again.

During a meal, Wen Xiaoai only cared about the little guy, no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't get enough of it, and she wanted to reach out and hold him into her arms all the time, and the little guy also peeked at Wen Xiaoai throughout the whole process.

upstairs

Father and son stood guard at the bathroom door, one by one.

"Little girl, don't play in the water, don't catch a cold, get dressed and come out after washing."

"Don't fall asleep, call me if you're sleepy."

"Be careful when you come out, the ground is slippery, don't fall, and remember to take a towel to dry the water on your body before getting dressed."

"The white bottle is shower gel, and the colored bottle is for shampooing, you remember to take a look, don't mix it, and don't squeeze too much, it won't be clean for a while."

"There's too much water in the tub, be careful not to fall asleep."

The little guy opened his eyes wide, looking at Jun Moyan, who was eager to rush in to take a bath for his mother, and felt a little unaware of him.

It turns out that Dad would say so much.

Realizing that the little guy was staring at him, Jun Moyan looked at him, and sure enough, he was staring at himself.

"Go back to your room, it's almost time to sleep."

Jun Moyan said.

The little guy pretended not to hear it, and looked back at the bathroom door.

"Daddy is talking to you."

"......" the little guy still pretended not to hear.