Ning'er said: "It's not that my little brother Su dare not resist, but that he is afraid that he will feel sad if he doesn't listen to you."
Gu Nuanxi and Wei Aihua looked at each other, and both of them laughed.
Women are together, especially those who are married, and they can’t help talking about children. “Every time I see you three girls, I regret not having a daughter at the beginning. Nuanxi, you and Chen Shao can wait for two years, Shan
When you grow up, you are just the right age. You can have another daughter. If you don’t have a daughter, I really regret it when I reach my age.”
Gu Nuanxi: "I said I could have a daughter by giving birth, I was afraid of having another boy."
After dealing with the cherries, he handed them over to Ning'er. Wei Aihua said, "I thought so too back then. When Xiao Su was two or three years old, she and your elder brother were afraid to ask for it."
The unmarried girl did not participate in the topic of marriage, and Ning'er was in a daze with the cherry pits in her arms.
After a while, she hugged the cherry pits and stared at the daze, then ran back to the living room, "Grandpa, let's plant cherry trees? I'll eat cherries from our tree in the future."
Mr. Jiang was quiet for a few seconds, and he slapped his big hand, "Finish!"
In Jiangsu, looking out the window, Ning'er was digging soil again, he got up and went out, "What are you going to do?"
"Plant trees."
"Where is the tree?" Jiangsu asked.
Ning'er pointed at a place where there were cherry pits wrapped in paper.
Jiangsu: "…"
The little guy was taken out by his uncle to watch the fun. Jiang Chenfeng knew that his little baby was not interested in anything else, and he liked to join him whenever there was fun.
I was busy until the evening to finish.
Ning'er's jam was also prepared, and the wine was placed in a cool place in Jiangsu. The dried fruits that were roasted were eaten directly in the evening.
However, the whole family just praised Ning'er, and it was an exciting moment for the whole family to be! - Xiaoshanjun ate rice paste.
The butlers all came over to watch the little guy, and Jiang Momo was lying on the bed and wanted to watch the video.
I saw the little guy sitting on his mother's lap. Jiang Chenshao took a soft spoon and blew the rice paste and handed it over to feed the little guy.
Before he could speak, the little guy opened his mouth first, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Jiang Chenshao fed it into his mouth, and the whole family looked at the little guy's expression.
His little mouth squirmed and his brows frowned.
Jiang Chenshao took another spoonful and blew it on the cool and fed it to his son.
The little guy stopped eating and raised his head back in disgust.
Jiang Chenshao held the spoon and placed it beside his wife's mouth. The little guy's mouth opened for his mother. With the flow, Jiang Chenshao fed him a mouthful again.
As a result, the little guy still disliked it even more.
Jiang Momo was laughing, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud. Su Linyan hugged her from behind, put her body close, and asked in a low voice: "What are you looking at?"
Jiang Momo quickly hung up the video, for fear that Brother Su, who was not wearing clothes, would be seen by his family there. "Shanjun is eating rice paste today. The little guy is so cute. He dislikes rice paste, but he still rushes to eat it. Just rob it,
As a result, I got caught in my mouth and disliked me again.”
Su Linyan wrapped his long arms around Jiang Momo's waist, and met her skin, deliberately teasing her heart, "Men all like to eat meat."
Jiang Momo blinked, "Then I'll take you the pork in the kitchen?"
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Gu Nuanxi and his wife didn't want to expose the child's appearance, but they wanted to share this moment, so they took a photo of the little guy's chubby little hand holding the side of the bowl. On the other side was the big hand holding the side of the bowl.
, Just one picture tells everything.
"Congratulations to Xiaoshanjun, the first mouthful of rice paste was fed by my father." The picture shows the father and son's big hands and little hands fighting for a bowl.