Fu Jingchen held him and sat aside. He watched his mother eating fried dough twist and reached out to grab some, but his arm was too short and he couldn't grab it at all.
He was so anxious that he arched his little body back and forth, making anxious sounds from his mouth.
Jiang Yuman found it very interesting to see such an anxious look on his face, which looked like Fu Jingchen.
I took the fried dough twist and teased him, "Look, I want to eat it, do you want to eat it too? You are still young and can't eat it."
You can try feeding your baby some complementary food at seven months old, but it should be very soft noodles and porridge, not fried dough twists.
“Ahhh—”
Jiang Yuman said one, and Xiaoyi followed suit and said one.
This fat boy is very strong and has a sharp eye. Seeing that the fried dough twist is so close, he reaches out to grab it.
Seeing his mother stepping back, he became anxious and kept babbling.
"I'll carry him out." Fu Jingchen saw that he was making a lot of noise, so he stood up and said.
Seeing Jiang Yuman looking at him with a smile, Xiaoyi was getting further and further away from the fried dough sticks, and his mouth was watering.
Suddenly, he cried out clearly, "Mmm, Mom!"
Hearing this, Jiang Yumen paused while eating and raised her head.
Fu Jingchen, who happened to turn around, looked at him.
She pointed at her son and said, "Did Xiaoyi just call me mom?!"
Fu Jingchen rubbed his son's head with a smile in his eyes, "Well, I will call someone."
"Xiaoyi, scream again." Jiang Yuman's beautiful eyes were filled with ecstasy, and she took two steps forward and kissed his chubby little face.
"Hmm!" Xiaoyi reached out to grab the fried dough twist in her hand again.
It seems that the sound just now was just an unconscious one.
But Jiang Yuman was happy enough.
When Fu's mother and others heard the news, they were very happy. Even Fu Wangshan was secretly looking forward to when he would call him grandpa.
Hmm, it seems that the pronunciation of grandpa is quite difficult.
In the evening, the whole family gathered around him, and Fu Haitang said, "Xiaoyi, call me auntie, call me auntie——"
Mother Fu was amused. "This pronunciation is not simple. Please don't embarrass our Xiaoyi. Let's see if Xiaoyi can call you when he is one year old."
"It's good to be one year old, Xiaoyi, oh, Xiaoyi, look at me!"
Fu Haitang rubbed his chubby little feet, making him laugh.
After dinner, I went back to the house.
Jiang Yuman sat on the bed and patiently taught her son, "Xiaoyi, call me daddy, follow me, daddy——"
"Aiya!"
Fu Jingchen's eyes were gentle, "Don't worry."
Children of this age are called out unintentionally. The mother's pronunciation is engraved in the genes. The connection between mother and child cannot be compared with that between father and child.
"Why aren't you anxious?"
Jiang Yuman said seriously, "Xiaoyi, your dad has taken care of you for so long, you should learn to call me daddy as soon as possible."
Xiao Yi looked at Jiang Yuman, narrowed his eyes, but did not call out to anyone.
Jiang Yuman had no choice but to give up.
When it was time to go to bed at night, Xiaoyi woke up in the middle of the night, babbling with a hint of "mama".
Jiang Yuman was confused and didn't know whether she was happy or not. She pushed Fu Jingchen and said, "Xiaoyi will call you dad now."
Fu Jingchen, who had woken up and was holding his son, felt helpless.
He looked down at his son in his arms and finally understood why his wife was so persistent in teaching him to call him dad.
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