Wen Shuqiao watched him take a bite and then glance at her, and said, "You don't have to eat if you're full, otherwise you'll be too full to sleep later."
Can Can shook her head: "Can Bao can finish it."
Wen Shuqiao put some vegetables on his plate: "You should eat vegetables too."
After saying that, Wen Shuqiao suddenly chuckled, as if she had thought of something.
Netizens say that no matter what kind of cubs they are facing, adults always end up sounding like a reduplicated word or a clip.
At the time, she thought it was impossible, but now she finds herself accepting this way of speaking very naturally.
Can Can was chewing vegetables, not understanding what her aunt was laughing about, or why her aunt was acting so strangely.
After dinner, Wen Shuqiao sat on the sofa, while Can Can sat next to her, absentmindedly holding a jigsaw puzzle.
Children's thoughts are written all over their faces, and even Wen Shuqiao, who is slow to understand, understood it.
She thought for a moment, then moved another small stool over and sat down next to him. Naturally, Canbao stood in her arms and leaned against her.
Wen Shuqiao asked, "What's wrong with the baby today? He's not paying attention when playing with the puzzle."
Can Can looked down at the puzzle in her hand, her little fingers touching the edge, wanting to say something but not daring to.
Wen Shuqiao was getting a little anxious. She asked, "I noticed you didn't eat much. Is your stomach bloated?"
She had seen it online before, saying that children are prone to bloating, and that Can Can hadn't been eating properly before, so she would keep eating even when she was full.
This is a big problem; we can't let him stretch his stomach too much.
She placed her palm on his stomach through his clothes, saying, "Auntie will rub your tummy, baby."
Can Can felt his belly being gently massaged. He vaguely remembered that his mother had massaged his belly before, but it had been so long that he couldn't quite remember.
The child's thoughts were very unpredictable; he thought of his mother and his mood became depressed.
He asked softly, "Auntie, will I ever see Mom again? I miss her a little."
Wen Shuqiao paused slightly, unsure how to answer the question. Telling a child that their mother had passed away was indeed too cruel.
But Can Can already understood the meaning of death. He turned to the side and kissed Wen Shu Qiao.
Wen Shuqiao looked at him: "Why did you think of your aunt?"
Can Can said, "My aunt is my mother's younger sister, and my aunt is also Can Can's mother."
Wen Shuqiao opened her mouth, then finally rubbed his head and said, "Mmm."
I will take good care of you for your mother until you return to where you belong.
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