Chapter 799: Little Man Dabao
The Fourth Master subconsciously put down the account book in his hand, turned his head and saw Dabao running towards him happily holding a porcelain bowl.
Although he was still young, he walked steadily while holding the porcelain bowl.
The Fourth Master was not in a hurry to pick them up. These boys were in much better health than their brother, and Jiu'er usually asked them to do things within their ability.
The Fourth Master just looked at him in surprise:
"Why are you here so early today?"
If I remember correctly, this guy came to see him after he had finished his meal yesterday?
Dabao carefully placed the porcelain bowl on the table, wiped his forehead, and then pursed his lips and smiled at the Fourth Master: "My brothers are still eating. I miss my father. I want to bring him some fruit to eat."
The Fourth Master was suddenly at a loss when faced with such an enthusiastic son. He just touched his nose and asked, "What is this?"
Su Peisheng beside him couldn't help but glance at the sun outside the window.
Hey, the sun is rising from the west today?
On ordinary days, if these princes ate their favorite fruits, even the concubines would find it difficult to get them from them.
Judging from the basin that the Second Prince brought today, he probably didn't touch a single bite today and left it all for his master.
Glancing at his master's cold face again, Su Peisheng began to feel anxious. The young prince had finally gotten close to his master, so why was his master so grumpy? If the concubine were here, she would definitely praise the young prince. His eyes widened, and he thought to himself, if the young prince was even slightly unhappy, he would rush to comfort him.
Who would have thought that the little brother in front of him was not unhappy at all, but very happy. He stretched out his white and tender little hands to introduce his master.
"Father, these are strawberries, this one is a peach, and there are apples, pears, and grapes, all soaked in milk. Mother said they can't be too sweet, so she only added a little honey. They're delicious."
Dabao said this and scooped a spoonful of food directly into the Fourth Master's mouth.
The Fourth Master was stunned for a moment. In fact, how could he not know what was in front of him?
However, he was a little confused as to why his son did this.
Now he glanced at his son who was smiling in front of him, and then looked at the bowl nervously, frowning slightly, wondering, could this kid have put laxatives or something in it?
But if you think about it carefully, this is Dabao, not a bastard like Sibao and Shisi, so it shouldn't happen.
In the end, he took a bite. Then, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Hmm? It tastes pretty good."
Dabao immediately smiled and said, "Father, eat as much as you like." As he said that, he patiently fed the Fourth Master spoonful by spoonful.
Even if the Fourth Master wanted to take the bowl back, he would not let him.
After feeding him the fruit, he smiled and said, "Ah Ma, do you want to take Dabao to write today?"
The Fourth Master glanced at him, then vaguely remembered that he had written him a lot yesterday. He patted his son's head and said, "It's nap time now. Do you remember what your mother said?"
Dabao blinked his eyes and said, "Mother said that if I don't sleep at noon, I won't have energy in the afternoon."
The fourth master nodded: "Yes, so Dabao, go to bed quickly."
Dabao tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded again. "Okay, don't worry, Dabao and the brothers will take a nap. Mr. Zhang Ying said we have Mr. Ma's class later, so we can't be late."
"Okay, go ahead."
"Okay! Goodbye, Ama."
Before leaving, Dabao suddenly stopped in front of Su Peisheng, patted Su Peisheng's hand and said, "Su Anda, Ama is not feeling well, you have to take good care of him."
Su Peisheng immediately nodded with a smile on his face: "Hey, Second Prince, don't worry, I promise to take good care of you."
Dabao patted Su Peisheng's hand and warned him seriously and rigorously: "Anda, if Ama has anything, be sure to call Dabao."
"Hey, I promise to complete the task."
Dabao was so happy that he raised his little white teeth and patted Su Peisheng's hand: "Anda, work hard, eat more, grow fat, and be safe and smooth."
"Hey, I'm awake! I'm awake!"
As Su Peisheng spoke, his mouth almost split to his ears.
Not only did she trot out and open the door for Dabao herself, she also waved at Dabao from a distance, looking expectant, like a young wife waiting for her husband to return.
The Fourth Master glanced at Su Peisheng's cheerful smile and rolled his eyes. Was he conquered by just a few words?
Is it that the eunuchs around him are easily bribed? Or is it that Dabao is using some kind of drug to deceive people?
However, the Fourth Master was too lazy to pay attention to him. He brought back the news without saying a word, and then Zhao Jianguo went back to struggling with the account books on the table.
"Alas, I don't know when Jiu'er will come back."
These matters are really too trivial. In the past, the Fourth Master just felt it was a pleasure to watch Wen Jiu handle them.
It felt a bit torturous when I came here. Suddenly I missed her.
"A-choo!"
Wenjiu rubbed her nose, watching everyone spread out the beef jerky according to her method. She couldn't help but smile. She wiped her nose and heard a familiar name in a trance. She was stunned for a moment and turned around and said:
"What Fourth Young Master?"
Not far behind him, Lord Meng heard this and was immediately relieved: "Eighth Master, Concubine Wen is questioning me. I need to go over there. Please forgive me, Eighth Master."
After saying that, he immediately ran hurriedly to the wine warmer.
Standing behind the wine warmer, he let out a sigh and glanced at Mr. Ba with lingering fear.
Wen Jiu blinked and looked at the Eighth Master: "Are you looking for the Fourth Young Master?"
Mr. Ba said unhappily, "What does it have to do with you if I look for someone? You should just focus on your own work."
Wen Jiu looked at him and said meaningfully, "Are you sick?"
"You are the one who is sick!" Mr. Ba jumped up and frowned as he looked at Wen Jiu.
Wen Jiu spread his hands and said, "I just want to ask you why you're looking for the Fourth Young Master. I know him. If you have something to ask me, maybe I can help you. From now on, just consider it as a favor you owe me."
The Eighth Master glanced back at Wenjiu with a strange expression on his face. Not only did his anger dissipate a little, but he also found it inexplicably funny. He simply said, "I'd rather not trouble you with such a small matter." After that, he glanced at Wenjiu, turned around and walked out. He looked disgusted.
"Stop," Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows. "Why are you acting like a stubborn donkey? I'm telling you straight out, I'm the Fourth Young Master. Just say what you want to say."
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