"Oh, don't pull it anymore. Why do you like your father? You always like to pull grandpa's beard."

I remember that he was very thoughtful about growing a long beard back then. He took good care of his beard every day, and he couldn't bear to cut it short. When his grandson Gu Liangjie was still ignorant, he always liked to grab his long beard and grabbed the floor and pulled it. The beards behind him became less and less. He couldn't bear to teach his children a lesson, so he could only cut it short in one breath.

Since then, he has never dared to grow a beard. His beard is only a few centimeters now. Unexpectedly, Jon still likes to pull his beard when he is over five years old and miscalculates.

Mr. Gu didn't say anything to scold the child. He wanted to rescue his beard from Jon, and begged with a bitter face, "Good child, is it good to let go of Grandpa Zeng's beard? You are obedient. There is nothing fun about this beard. What do you want to play with? Grandpa Zeng will buy it for you."

Jon sat in Mr. Gu's arms and tilted his head to look at people. He let go of his hand and let go of Mr. Gu's beard, "I want to eat ice cream."

"You are just sick and can't eat ice cream. Do you want to eat something else? Grandpa Zeng asked someone to prepare it for you."

Jon reluctantly so he asked for an apple in the end.

Mr. Gu saw an apple that had taken care of a child, so he turned around and planned to take the apple in his hand to William. He didn't even say anything and did nothing, and was directly rejected.

“I don’t want to eat.”

"Then what do you want to eat?"

Twins, if one is satisfied with the other, they will feel something is wrong. Mr. Gu wants to please the two children, no matter how much effort it takes.

William shook his head, and he watched his younger brother and Mr. Gu get in a hot mess, without any upset.

During dinner at night, the servant brought out a plate of delicious dishes. Jon was still in the observation stage of his illness, so it was basically light food. But the ones placed in front of others were for him to keep saliva. He pulled Mr. Gu's sleeve and clamored to eat something else.

Jon pointed to a sweet and sour pork ribs, which smelled sour and sweet, and the little guy's eyes were filled with heart, "I want to eat it."

"Good boy, that's too greasy. When you get sick, Grandpa Zeng immediately asked the kitchen to make it for you when he wants to eat it. We eat this, it's also meat."

Mr. Gu disagreed, so Jon turned to his brother, "Brother, want it."

"One piece." William is easier to talk to than Mr. Gu, and there is exactly one piece in his bowl.

Jon tasted one, and now he had to eat one more piece, and his tears were about to come out.

Mr. Gu next to him had surrendered, and Uncle Fu was even more ready to move. However, compared to the two old men, Zhou Xiyan had no reaction, and he ate whatever he should eat. Anyway, they knew that William could persuade his younger brother well.

William ate his own food, but his brother's unreasonable trouble could not touch him. He spoke only when Jon was about to cry.

"If you take one more piece, I'll ask the doctor to give you another injection. You sleep alone tonight, and I won't pay attention to you."

"Brother, I don't want an injection, so how many more can I eat after I recover from the illness?"

Jon knew his brother very well, so he completely compromised.

The atmosphere at the dining table was very harmonious, and Jon made a fuss once and never again. He ate whatever William picked up for him, looking like a good kid.
Chapter completed!