Not everyone can eat the meal at Father Wang's house
His stomach was cramping, and he almost... couldn't bear it anymore...
Feng Qingyu didn't have time to think about it, and ran out of the hall quickly, leaving only his echo, "Mu'er, the emperor will come to see you another day!"
Xin Mo'er blinked her big, bright eyes and approached Feng Qingcang, "Father, you bullied Uncle Nine Emperors, good or bad!"
Her eyes were shining brightly, and no other child her age was as bright as her.
Feng Qingcang picked her up and put her on his lap. He looked at her with interest and said, "Oh? Why is your father so bad? My father ordered Chef Liu to prepare delicious food for you. Isn't it wrong?"
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Xin Moer glanced at the remnants on the table, held up her chin with her hands, and leaned into his arms, "My father poisoned Uncle Nine Emperors, what is he if he's not a bad person?"
"Don't forget, he is also your father's younger brother. How could your father poison him?" Feng Qingcang scratched her jade nose and said with a smile.
"Yes, my father did not poison him. What he put in the dish was just croton, and it was just too much. It can make people have diarrhea for a few days, right?"
If it was really poison, Feng Qingyu's face would not be as simple as turning pale and weak.
Feng Qingcang looked at her clear and clear eyes, and felt that there were many things hidden in those eyes that he could not see clearly or touch. It seemed that they were not the eyes of a four-year-old child, so he looked at them with interest.
Looking at her, "How did Mo'er know that my father put the croton in the vegetables? You also ate those vegetables, but nothing happened to you."
"Father, I didn't eat a bite of the vegetables on the table!"
She remembered that when eating last night, her father said something, "So you don't like to be vegetarian." Indeed, she didn't use her chopsticks at all on the plate of vegetables last night, she just glanced at it and threw it into the corner.
Went.
Then, the father must have sent someone to grind the croton into powder, boil it into soup, and sprinkle it on the green vegetables.
Feng Qingcang patted her head, smiled and said, "As expected of my father's little princess, she is really smart."
Xin Moer raised her head proudly and smiled, revealing her two small white front teeth.
Feng Qingcang pinched her cute little face and changed the subject, "You can't let boys hold your hand in the future."
Xin Moer knew that he must have said this because Feng Qingyu held her little hand just now, but she still opened her eyes wide and asked in confusion, "Father, why?"
"It's not allowed, it's not allowed." Feng Qingcang emphasized his tone and retracted the hands on both sides of her cheeks.
Ying Ying! Xin Moer complained, "Father, you are unreasonable."