We must find a way to intervene.
Although height is determined by the genes of parents.
But acquired factors also account for a large proportion.
Ji Yuqi was worried to death.
As a result, Pei Yucheng sat on the sofa, looking relaxed and indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Son, is he still his after all?
Just when Ji Yuqi was about to lose his temper, Pei Yucheng's hoarse, magnetic voice sounded slowly and steadily: "What if he doesn't grow?! With the Pei family's family background, even if he only grows to 150cm, there will be a lot of women lining up to marry him."
“…” Ji Yuqi.
…
Half past ten.
Ji Yuqi took Pei Nianzhi to take a bath on time.
After a nice, fragrant bath, she wrapped Pei Nianzhi in a bath towel and carried him out, handing him to Pei Yucheng: "Help him put on his pajamas and blow dry his hair. I'm going to take a shower first."
After Ji Yuqi finished giving his instructions, he took his pajamas and went to the public restroom outside.
When she reached the door, she suddenly remembered something and hurriedly reminded him, "And, don't forget to make some milk powder for your son."
"Can you eat more?!" Pei Yucheng asked back. His stomach was bloated just now, and he probably hadn't digested dinner yet, and now he's drinking milk powder again?! This woman not only wants to kill him with too much food, but also his son?!
Ji Yuqi replied: "Your son hasn't grown in height yet, and he doesn't drink milk powder?! Do you really want him to be 150cm tall in the future?!"
Ji Yuqi was depressed to death.
She turned around and glared at Pei Yucheng angrily several times: "Make less, 150 ml of 70-degree hot water, 5 level spoons of milk powder. Don't get the proportions wrong."
Pei Yucheng stood in the master bedroom, looking at Pei Nianzhi, who was wrapped in a bath towel and standing on the 2.2-meter bed, looking at him with wet eyes. He first looked at the rough sheets with great disgust, then took a hair dryer and carefully blew Pei Nianzhi's hair.
After that, he picked up the children's pajamas that Ji Yuqi had neatly placed on the bedside table.
"What did your mother make you wear?!" Pei Yucheng lifted Pei Nianzhi's pajamas with one finger.
The texture is poor.
The styles are also strange and weird.
Pei Yucheng had serious doubts about Ji Yuqi's level of appreciation.
Pei Nianzhi seemed a little excited and put it on by himself without Pei Yucheng's help.
After putting them on, he spun around on the bed: "Dad, this is my favorite little yellow duck pajamas. Doesn't it look good?! It even has a duck tail."
As he spoke, Pei Nianzhi turned his butt towards Pei Yucheng, not only fully showing off his duck tail, but also twisting it.
“…” Pei Yucheng.
"Mom has the same style." Pei Nianzhi said, "Her ducktail is longer than mine."
“…” Pei Yucheng.
"Dad, do you want the same style?! Let Mommy order a pair of Duck Daddy pajamas for you online, okay?!"
"...No!" Pei Yucheng refused without hesitation. As he turned to the kitchen to make Pei Nianzhi some milk powder, he couldn't help but glance back at Pei Nianzhi, who was standing on the big bed, not only walking like a duck but also quacking like a duck. His handsome eyebrows knitted together in disgust.
Are you sure this is Pei Yucheng's son? !
Pei Yucheng had imagined the scene of having a son before.
Like him, I like cars, guns, fighting, and everything passionate.
However, Ji Yuqi actually led his son astray?!
While making milk powder, Pei Yucheng stood in front of the kitchen counter for a long time without moving.
150 ml of 70-degree hot water, easy to understand.
But what the hell is 5 level scoops of milk powder?!
As he stood there, pondering, his sleeve was suddenly pulled down forcefully.
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