Xibao, who has a dry ass, rolls around on the bed.

"Mommy, Mommy!" He screamed and laughed and crawled, waving his arms, and suddenly pressed on Feng Qingxue, who was lying on the bed and was too lazy to get up,

"Drink grandma, drink grandma! Mommy, drink grandma! ”

"Mommy doesn't drink grandma!" windy and light snow tracks,

"But who are you? I don't know you. Xibao straightened up and pointed to his nose,

"Baby!"

"Then who drinks grandma?"

"Baby! Baby! Xibao shouted happily, and her white fat face was cute. Feng Qingxue couldn't help but kiss him several times, got up to make milk powder for him, and the little guy knelt on the kang and pouted his fat buttocks, with a pacifier in his mouth, and the bottom of the bottle was against the kang noodles, too lazy to be too lazy, but the two little fat hands grabbed it out of thin air, and Feng Qingxue, who knew him better, put the gun in his hand, so he held the gun in his hand, drank milk in his mouth, and was busy but not chaotic.

Seeing this scene, Lu Jiang, who had dried his diaper and turned around, expressed his convincing. The two of them brushed their teeth and washed their faces, wiped their skin care products with wind and snow, washed their hands, moved the kang table to the middle of the kang, took out a basket of steamed dumplings with three fresh buns and two bowls of five-grain soybean milk from the space, and beckoned Lu Jiang to eat.

The three fresh steamed dumplings are all stored in large bamboo baskets, and there are many baskets stored in the space, and she puts them in the usual small steamed bun baskets in advance.

Xibao was still lying on the kang and carrying them, and she couldn't see the scene of her taking things out of thin air. But although Lu Jiang is used to it, he still sighs,

"The world is really big, and there are no miracles, and even the gods may not really have such a magical means. However, the steamed dumplings are really delicious. ”

"If you like to eat, you can eat more." Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and smiled,

"Eat xiaolongbao tomorrow." There are a number of cooked foods in the space, and if you eat them in a different way, you will not be greasy, but you can keep them for a long time, otherwise you will eat steamed dumplings every day, and what if you eat them in a year and a half?

She likes to eat too. She likes to eat the three fresh steamed dumplings sold by this one the most, several branches are overcrowded every day, she goes to buy a lot of supplies every day when she prepares supplies, and she is almost not scolded to death by customers, but fortunately she greeted the store and paid two-thirds of the deposit in advance, so that they can use a large steamer to make more for themselves, and then bring it back to the workers to eat.

Giving food to the workers was her excuse at the time, anyway, the neighborhood in the 21st century is very cold, and no one doubts the authenticity.

Lu Jiang happily ate a full meal and hiccuped until he ate. Feng Qingxue reproached: "Just eat enough, what are you doing with it?" It's not that there isn't enough food at home. ”

"I'm used to gobbling it up, and when I feel full, I'm already holding on." When Lu Jiang said this, he got a big white eye from his wife, he laughed, walked around the house to eat, and returned to the kang when he felt that he was not so supportive.

At this time, Xibao had already finished drinking the milk powder, shook the bottle in his hand, looked at it, and handed it to Lu Jiang.

"No more!" He said, shaking his head as he spoke. Lu Jiang came back from washing the bottle, and saw the little guy sitting on the kang with open legs, the little finches between the legs were clear at a glance, he was not ashamed at all, the two white and tender little feet were attached to each other, and the toes were very flexible and curled up and opened, and so on, and I didn't know which point made him smile from ear to ear.

Every movement of the little guy is so cute, but sometimes it is too annoying. Lu Jiang thought while lying down, just pillowing the pillow with light wind and snow, this is terrible, the little fat man crawled over flexibly and pushed his head vigorously,

"Mommy, mommy pillow!"