"Dad, dad, that, Chen Shao and I, when we came, I actually brought you breakfast. At that time, when you were sleeping, we forgot it in the corner, and then, then..." I forgot to the present.
Sure enough, they were still unreliable.
Mr. Jiang was so angry that these two children are here to serve others!
Patients can forget about eating.
Jiang Chenshao got up and walked to the small dining table beside him and picked up the lunch box.
Gu Nuanxi hurriedly set up a table and asked Jiang Chenshao to prepare breakfast for his father-in-law.
Her mouth was talking nonsense. "Dad, this porridge was a bit hot just now, and it just so warm now that you don't need to waste your energy to blow it."
Mr. Jiang: "Then do I have to thank you for letting me cool down from the heat?"
"Hi, I don't need to thank you for being my family." Gu Nuanxi said with a thick face.
Her appearance made Mr. Jiang laugh.
Jiang Chenshao also had a smile on his lips.
He served the food. In order to show that he had just forgotten the mistake of letting Mr. Jiang eat breakfast, Gu Nuanxi took the initiative to pick up the dishes and sit by the bed and said, "Dad, I'll feed you."
Mr. Jiang: "...You dare to feed me but I dare not drink it."
"It's okay, it's not poisonous. Don't worry about eating it." Gu Nuanxi scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge, she looked at it and didn't know how to blow it, and handed it directly to Mr. Jiang's mouth.
Old Jiang opened his mouth hesitantly, "Um, um, burn, burn your mouth."
Mr. Jiang just took a sip and his tongue moved around like an ant in a hot pan. The rice porridge made him cry.
Gu Nuanxi looked at her father-in-law's uncomfortable appearance, and she was out of mind and instantly panicked, "Then, what should I do, Dad. I, I, I don't know what to do?"
Mr. Jiang's mouth was still hot, and Gu Nuanxi went to ask the patient who was unable to speak.
Jiang Chenshao hurriedly pulled out a piece of paper and put it under his father's mouth, "Dad, you vomited."
The white porridge from veteran Jiang's mouth was spit on his son's palm.
His mouth was rescued, and Mr. Jiang took a deep breath. "Warm, go and rest, be good. Dad is old and can't be your jealous mouse."
Gu Nuanxi pressed her head embarrassedly, and she did something wrong again.
"Then, I'll let my husband feed you."
Gu Nuanxi stood up from her position and looked at her husband.
Jiang Chenshao went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then came out to sit beside the bed, and took the bowl handed over by his wife.
Mr. Jiang, who was high above, was nervous.
He has never taken care of anyone, let alone feeding.
Jiang Chenshao did not find it difficult to deal with the intrigues in the shopping mall at all. He could easily deal with any complex and difficult business war.
It can create the myth of Jiang's group, but... it cannot serve his father with breakfast.
He took the bowl handed over by his wife, and his wrist became a little stiff.
My little wife is young and can't feed breakfast. After all, she is still a child.
But if he is almost three years old and doesn't know how to feed him, it will make people laugh.
Even if Jiang Chenshao was nervous, he did not show any sign of his face.
He learned from his wife's lesson, blew it before feeding and handed it to his father.
Mr. Jiang felt that the young couple were a little unreliable. When the rice porridge was handed to his mouth, Mr. Jiang blew it again with concern. Then he pouted and took the first bite.
"Chen Shao, this is the first time you have fed your dad."
Jiang Chenshao didn't say anything, and his relationship with his father has never been in harmony.
When Gu Nuanxi saw her father-in-law, her husband was so cold that he refused to answer.
She was energizing the atmosphere, "Dad, I was sorry just now. I didn't expect our thermos to work so well. It's still hot after two or three hours."