When he saw the three chickens being loaded onto the car by the fourth leader, Old Master Xiao's eyelids twitched.
He said it himself: the boss called and asked him so many detailed questions about his third son, even how he could take care of three chickens that he couldn't handle. He even told his son to teach him everything he knew.
This is what the son said: "Boss, you can carry one child, but if you can't carry three chickens, you can put them on a cart and push it. That's how I take care of the child and the chickens by myself."
Haha, what an eye-opening way to raise a child!
And so, the stroller became the three chickens' ride, and no one spoke up for them, since they had grown legs and could walk.
Xie Lin twitched his lips as he greeted each of Elder Xiao's group.
Lu Fan leaned closer to his grandfather and muttered softly, "Grandpa, we're here to deliver important documents, not to deliver our friends."
Grandpa Lu chuckled.
We're here to look at the documents, not to watch the leaders act silly.
Zhou Yan was not an ignorant young man; he often went out with his father and met many important figures.
But this is the first time I've seen something of this level. My heart was a little pounding at first, but now I feel calm.
He felt that the big boss wasn't so scary after all; in fact, he was kind of cute.
Dining room.
A long table was laden with delicious food, including a wide variety of main dishes and local snacks, all of which were visually appealing, fragrant, and delicious.
A high chair with an elastic band around it was placed next to the dining table, and a bottle of prepared milk powder was opposite it. Clearly, this high chair was Nannan's special seat.
There was also a small low table with three bowls of neatly arranged dishes, specially prepared for the three chickens.
Liang Jianbin was also invited to sit down, and shamelessly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Honey, your husband has really made something of himself! He's even getting to dine at the same table as a high-ranking official.
He seemed to have sensed something.
Chief Xiao only told him to send someone over, not to send any documents, so he was unaware of the details.
Judging from the leaders' fondness for his wife and her friends, it was clearly not just an ordinary gathering.
My sister-in-law and Ugly Little Master have gone on several missions together, and their outstanding abilities are known throughout the camp, but that shouldn't be enough to make the big leader pay so much attention to them, so there must be some secrets that he doesn't know.
Is it a sign of trust to let him come in for dinner when the matter is confidential?
After figuring it out, he shut his mouth, cleared his mind, and just ate and drank as usual; nothing else mattered to him.
They dared not be involved.
Knowing things he shouldn't know is not a good thing. He's just a lowly pilot; he should be content to eat the meals prepared by the big boss.
It must be said that he was quite quick-witted. And it was precisely because he was smart that, even as his family enjoyed endless wealth and glory, he was still marveling at how well he had latched onto such a powerful figure.
The group came with the mission of eating and drinking, and when the big boss told them to eat as much as they wanted, they really ate to their hearts' content.
It was past lunchtime, and everyone was indeed hungry.
The three chickens remembered not to be too clever. When they pecked at the rice, they made a loud thumping sound on the bowl. When they ate, they deliberately threw rice grains here and there and spilled soup here and there, making the table dirty in no time.
The young chef would occasionally straighten their food bowls, saying, "Behave yourselves. You're pet chickens, not wild chickens from the mountains."
Surprisingly, the amount of rice grains being flung off wasn't as exaggerated anymore.
The little girl obediently held her milk bottle and drank her milk, occasionally reaching out her little hand to wave at the fragrant meat and vegetables, patting the table and babbling, just like an ordinary child who loves to eat.
Ugly sat next to her, and besides eating, she was also responsible for comforting her.
"Sweetie, you can eat when you grow up. Drink your milk, and you'll grow up quickly when you're full."
The leaders observed all of this. The child and the chickens were noisy, but they were very well-behaved. No wonder their little genius treated the baby and the chickens as playmates.
When the top leader saw that Shishi was enjoying the donkey rolls without touching any roast duck, he couldn't help but wonder, since she had eaten half a roast duck by herself the last time he came.
"Shishi, why aren't you eating roast duck? Is it not to your liking?"
“I have a baby now. Sometimes I like to eat this, and sometimes I like to eat that. My mom says that the baby in my belly is choosing the nutrients that will help them grow. I want to follow their tastes.”
So it turns out pregnancy changed my taste buds; that's quite a novel explanation.
"Just tell me what Shishi wants to eat tonight, and I'll have someone prepare it."
"good."
Speaking of the baby, there's bound to be another round of promotion. Everyone knows about twins. After revealing her preference, Shishi took the opportunity to collude with Nannan to extort milk powder.
Upon receiving the signal, Nannan immediately pulled out the pacifier, raised her chubby little hand to ask for a treat, and said, "More, more, five."
Her hair was short, tied into two small buns, which, combined with her chubby, pink face, made her incredibly cute.
The leader raised an eyebrow. "Little guy, you can count?"
When he wasn't smiling, his face was very serious, a habit he had developed over many years in office, yet the little guy wasn't afraid of him at all.
Those big eyes of his just now kept darting around, looking them over one by one. And now they dare to ask him for a gift? They're really bold.
The little girl grinned, revealing two tiny teeth, one half-grown and the other just emerging. She raised her little hand to touch her head, but because she was dressed so thickly, she couldn't raise her hand high and could only touch her cheek.
"Shoes, great." She meant that she would study hard and become even better in the future.
Because of teething, I couldn't hold my saliva in, so I blew a saliva bubble, and a string of glistening drops fell down.
Chou Chou quickly wiped it off for her, put the bottle in her mouth, and explained the situation.
"She likes to drink milk, so I taught her to count. She could only drink milk if she learned how. She tried hard to learn, but she only knows that one hand is five."
With a pacifier in its mouth, its mouth was constantly open, and its hands were raised with its fingers spread wide, clearly indicating that it was not one but five.
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