Ye Zhoushan's family was having a dinner party, and someone came to help out the day before.
We invited Aunt Deng and Aunt Lin to help take charge of the situation.
Lan Qingshuang is responsible for taking good care of little Fuman.
The little Fuman, who is more than three months old, is white, tender, soft and glutinous. He is small and chubby, like a delicious food.
No longer bound by the bag, the little one is never idle for a moment. He kicks his short legs and points out, crying for the opportunity to go out and play.
The little thing can't walk, so he has to be carried around by his old mother Lan Qingshuang.
The flesh gained during the confinement period has shrunk a lot after being held for a month.
Lan Qingshuang looks graceful, but she is not fat.
Today we are treating guests, and little Fuman has put on a bright red new outfit. The little milk ball looks like a little Fuwa, so cute and soft.
The little guy has long black hair, one finger long.
Lan Qingshuang used a red string to tie a small bun on her forehead, which made her look even more adorable, making people want to take a bite of it.
"My dear, we are having a dinner party today. You are the host, so you have to take good care of the guests and not run around. Got it?"
Lan Qingshuang changed her daughter's clothes, kissed her face, and gave her careful instructions.
“Ahhh…”
【Fuman knows, Master Fuman, he won’t run away.】
The little guy was very excited and couldn't wait to entertain the guests. He was full of responsibility.
Lan Qingshuang smiled and kissed the little girl's cheek again: "You are so good, baby. Mommy will take you out to say hello to everyone first. We will play with the little brothers and sisters in the house later."
“Roar…”
【Play, play. 】
Lan Qingshuang smiled and went out holding her baby girl, and was met with curious looks from several middle-aged ladies.
"Oh, little Fuman is really well-fed. Look at how white and tender he is. He's even softer than a big white steamed bun."
I thought to myself that the little girl might be able to survive.
As he spoke, his rough hands began to pinch Xiao Fuman's fair little face.
When he got closer, he probably found the contrast too obvious and couldn't bring himself to do it, so he turned away awkwardly and stroked the little man's head.
Lan Qingshuang breathed a sigh of relief. On days like this, she really didn't want to offend anyone.
Her daughter’s face is delicate, so she usually doesn’t dare to pinch it.
Little Fuman didn't care about it. He laughed happily when he heard someone praising him.
A group of ladies laughed along after hearing this.
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