Chapter 795 It’s just a matter of a few injections

"Woo, woo, woo, the little lamb is so pitiful..."

"Does it smell good?"

"It smells good, but..."

"There's no such thing as a but. The rule in our Yan family is to eat meat with big mouthfuls, not to cry."

Listening to Song Xubai's words, Jiaojiao pouted in grievance, but still couldn't resist the fragrance of the lamb leg in her hand, so she brought it to her mouth and took a big bite.

As she ate, she mumbled, "Woo woo woo, delicious!"

Mo Jinchuan took a handkerchief and wiped the corner of her mouth, saying gently, "Eat slowly, there will be more later."

Jiaojiao swallowed the meat in her mouth carelessly and said in a baby voice, "Daddy, Jiaojiao knows, you are not allowed to talk while eating."

She frowned and thought for a moment, then added, "Even sleeping is not an option!"

Song Yanxi asked with a faint smile: "Jiaojiao, are you talking about not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping?"

The little girl nodded quickly, her eyes sparkling, "Mom is so smart!"

Mo Jinchuan frowned when he heard this.

How could he not know when this rule came into being in Prince Jin’s Mansion?

Ever since he raised Ziheng by his side, he has been troubled by his habit of not wanting to talk to others. Whenever he is with him, he will deliberately find something to say to him even if he has nothing to say.

Zi Yan was a little older, and although he didn't know the inside story, whenever the two brothers were together, he would always ask Zi Heng to speak.

As for Zixu, he has been a chatterbox since he was a child, and he would like to say ten words to others for every word they say.

Trying to shut him up would be more painful than killing him.

So at their dinner table, there are only people who don't want to speak and people who don't want to shut up.

If Zi Yan happened to be at home, there would be one more person sitting and watching the fun.

Ever since he injured his leg and returned to Beijing to recuperate, the children have been trying their best to make him happy, and the Prince Jin's Mansion is no longer as stagnant as everyone had imagined.

On the contrary, it is full of liveliness and warmth.

When she met Mo Jinchuan's gaze, Jiaojiao stopped gnawing on the lamb leg, her little face full of innocence.

She even wondered if she had eaten too much and made her father unhappy.

But she thought again and felt it was impossible.

When she was at home, her father always complained that she didn't eat enough, fearing that she wouldn't eat enough and would slow down her growth.

Thinking of this, Jiaojiao started to eat again with big mouthfuls, her mouth full of oil.

Seeing that she was giving him such face, Song Xubai immediately became happier and hummed a little tune.

He was still in the voice change period, so his voice was a little low, but when he hummed the drinking games that were popular in the old army, it had a unique flavor.

Shen Qingyun sat by the fire, squinting his eyes at the young man who had already been standing alone outside, and sighed softly.

She murmured, "Changfeng, have you seen that Qingqing's son has grown up now?"

The only response she got was the laughter of the children around her.

The brothers Li Cheng and Li Zhi sat far away, but the plates in front of them were full.

Even two strong men wouldn’t be able to finish that amount.

Before they could refuse, Yan Changkun said, "Look at how skinny you all are. If someone didn't know, they would think you didn't have enough to eat every day in the Yan family."

A smile appeared on Li Cheng's weak face, and he could only agree.

Yan Changkun was satisfied and said, "You are in the period of growth. How can you not eat more? Da'an still relies on young men like you in the future."

Li Zhi's face turned pale. He glanced at Li Cheng, who was sitting by the fire but still wearing a heavy cloak, and clenched his fists. "When I grow up, I want to be a general!"

"Good boy, you are ambitious." Yan Changkun smiled with satisfaction and handed him a glass of fruit wine. "General, try my cooking first."

The firelight reflected on Li Cheng's face, adding a bit of color to his pale complexion.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, smiled and asked, "Uncle, can you share a glass of fruit wine with me?"

"This..." Yan Changkun was in trouble.

If it were according to his usual temper, he would have poured the wine and placed it in front of the boy without even asking.

But when his elder sister brought them back home, she specifically told him that this child was different from the other children.

Whether it was food or daily necessities, they were all prepared separately, and even the incense in the room came from the Princess's Mansion.

Even though he didn't know medicine, he could see that the child was very weak.

My sister collected many precious supplements and fed him to her every day, but his complexion did not improve.

In this situation, how could he dare to let him drink?

If he accidentally drank something bad, not only would his sister and Xier refuse to comply, even he himself would not be able to forgive his stupidity.

Seeing that Yan Changkun had some concerns, Li Cheng smiled slightly. He was about to say that he was not feeling well and would not drink it, but he caught a glimpse of Li Zhi standing up beside him.

He realized something and whispered, "Xiaozhi, stop messing around."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zhi ran past everyone and came to Song Yanxi like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

Li Cheng was anxious to get up, but Yan Changkun raised his hand and held his shoulder.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, listen to what Xier has to say."

As expected, the first thing Li Zhi asked Song Yanxi was whether Li Cheng could drink fruit wine.

"Wine?" Song Yanxi frowned slightly.

Li Zhi lowered his voice and said, "It's the fruit wine brewed by Uncle Yan. Even children can drink it."

Song Yanxi looked up at Yan Changkun, and when he nodded, she said, "You can drink a little, but not too much."

With Li Cheng's current physical condition, even if he doesn't drink a drop of alcohol, he can only barely maintain his original state.

It would be better to let him enjoy more of the beauty of the world in his limited time.

Li Zhi pursed his lips and asked nervously, "Princess, can my brother really drink?"

Before he came over, he was still thinking that if Song Yanxi didn't agree, he would try his best to persuade her.

But now that he saw that she agreed so readily, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

Back in the border town, he saw with his own eyes how his brother suffered on the way to escape, and saw how he was so weak that he could only lie on the ground.

His brother was almost going to abandon him and go to heaven to find his parents.

Whenever he thought of this, Li Zhi was so scared that he couldn't close his eyes all night. Every hour he would tiptoe to Li Cheng's bed to see if he was still breathing.

Therefore, he did not dare to take even the slightest risk, and had no way of bearing the consequences.

Shen Qingyun glanced at him and spoke for Song Yanxi: "What are you afraid of? Since Xier said he can drink, let him drink. If there is really any problem, Xier is still here.

It's just a few injections, why is it so troublesome?"

Li Zhi pursed his lips, not liking what she said.

From what she said, his brother was like a pig on the chopping board, ready to be tossed around as anyone wanted.

Shen Qingyun was an experienced person, and he saw through what he was thinking at the moment. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You kid are dithering, do you want to let your brother drink?"

Li Zhi clenched his fists, turned around without saying a word and went back to his seat.

"Stop!" Shen Qingyun raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a smile: "After talking to the elders, you didn't even say hello. Is this what Mr. He taught you every day?"