Cao Jingheng took off his coat, walked over to his chubby son, picked up the little peanut who was playing with toys and gnawing on a bone on the carpet, shook him up and asked, "Is it fragrant?"
"It smells good. Daddy will give you a bite." Little Peanut looked at the big bone in his hand that he had gnawed until there was almost only the bone left. He handed it to his father's mouth without hesitation, blinking his big eyes with a sincere look. Shen Anning looked at him and both she and Grandma Cao were laughing like crazy.
Peanut didn't mean to do this. He really thought the bones were delicious. There wasn't much meat on the bones to begin with, and now there were still some meat scraps left. He wanted his father to have a taste first. "Well, Dad, you eat it. Madam made it delicious."
Under the teasing gaze of his family, Cao Jingheng still opened his mouth and took a bite. It was not the first time for him to eat his son's saliva rice, but this was the first time for him to gnaw on the same bone.
"Mmm, delicious, thank you, baby."
Seeing his father taking a bite, Peanut did not dislike it and continued to nibble on the meat scraps. When he was carried to sit on the children's chair, he looked at the mutton bones piled on the ground like a small mountain. The little guy's eyes lit up and he cried out.
Cao Jingheng picked out some meaty lamb chops and placed them on the plate in front of the little guy, who replied, "Thank you, Dad. I love you."
Drinking mutton soup and eating mutton dipped in chili powder on a snowy day, the feeling is so good that it cannot be described in words. Shen Anning ate half a pound of meat and was sweating all over. She ate slowly and chatted with her grandparents while eating, so she saw her son gnaw on three lamb chops, drink two bowls of mutton soup and soak half a white steamed bun very clearly.
The little guy burped loudly after eating so much. Seeing his wife and parents looking at him, he smiled sheepishly, then patted his belly as if nothing had happened. "Madam, the mutton soup is delicious. The baby is full and feels good!"
The four adults were so amused by him that they couldn't stop laughing. They were too full, so Grandpa Cao and Grandma Cao took their great-grandson around the living room for ten minutes, and played with building blocks with the little guy for a while. Only when they felt that the little guy's belly was not so bloated did they dare to let Shen Anning and Cao Jingheng take the little guy back to sleep.
It’s cold in winter, so Peanut always sleeps with her parents. In fact, she prefers to sleep between her parents so that she can see them both at the same time, but her father always likes to put her in the innermost position against the wall.
After washing his face and feet and wiping his hands, Cao Jingheng put his son on the bed and tucked him into the quilt. "Son, you've eaten a lot of mutton tonight. Come here and warm up the quilt first and wait for Daddy and Mommy."
When Peanut pouted, he knew that every time he would be washed and put on the bed first, and then he would fall asleep while waiting, and when he woke up, he would be sleeping in his own small quilt against the wall!
After struggling with the man in the bathroom for half an hour, the consequence of eating too much mutton was that both of them were passionate. Lying on the man's shoulder, Shen An Ning was breathing heavily and her words were a little incoherent.
After having a child, life as a couple is always a little inconvenient, so Cao Jingheng seizes every opportunity to eat meat, feeding himself well and serving his wife comfortably.
When she was carried back to the bedroom, Shen Anning's face was red and she glared at the sated man, "Director Cao, you need to be restrained. Be careful. You still have decades to live."
Cao Jingheng curled the corners of his lips and whispered something in Shen Anning's ear, and saw his wife's red ears as he wished.
"Not serious!"
I walked to the bed and saw my son sleeping soundly. There was a fire wall in the room, so it was warm enough. In addition, he had eaten a lot of mutton in the evening, so the little guy was wearing pajamas and not even covered with a quilt, but his cheeks were still rosy when he slept.
As soon as I picked up the little guy and looked down, I met my son's still sleepy eyes.
"Mother."
"Well, mommy is here. Is it hot, baby?"
Little Cao Siheng nodded. He was sweating. "Mom, it's hot. My back is sweating."
Shen Anning reached out and touched it, and it was true. He held the little guy and sat at the table, and poured him a glass of boiled water, "Come on, baby, open your mouth and drink some water."
After drinking a glass of water, he felt much better. He sat on his mother's lap and hummed comfortably, "Daddy, I want to go to the toilet."
After drinking so much mutton soup and drinking water to cool down, Cao Jingheng was woken up several times by his son all night and changed two diapers. In the early morning, he once again carried the little guy out of bed to drink water and changed his son's diaper. Cao Jingheng patted his son's chubby butt and said, "You are not allowed to drink so much soup at night, okay? Look, if you don't have a diaper tonight, you will wet the bed. Where are you going on this snowy day? I'll show you a big map!"
Peanut, who often went out with his great-grandparents, knew what it meant to draw a big map. When he heard Cao Jingheng say that, he immediately felt embarrassed and annoyed. "Dad is annoying, but I won't do that. Don't talk nonsense, otherwise, I won't like you anymore."
"Okay, Daddy is wrong. I won't say any more, okay? Our little Peanut is the best." How could a two-year-old child control his physiological reactions? Those parenting books Cao Jingheng bought were not read in vain. Knowing that the little boy was very concerned about his reputation, he stopped talking immediately.
The funny thing about this matter is Cao Jingheng's confidence in his fat son. At seven o'clock, he took his son to the toilet again and tucked the little guy into the quilt. It was cold, the little guy ate a lot last night, got up many times at night, and was a little sleepy. He and his wife got up to go to work, letting the little guy take another nap.
Perhaps it was because he got up too many times at night to drink water and had to deal with several major life issues with diapers. When Grandpa Cao and Grandma Cao came to pick up the little guy and get him out of bed for dinner, all they saw was his great-grandson standing against the wall, looking sad.
"Hey, Peanut, what's wrong? Come to Madam. Why didn't you call Madam when you woke up? Come, let's get dressed and go eat. I made your favorite egg noodles this morning."
Cao Siheng saw the two wives and burst into tears. "Madam, ah ah ah, Peanut didn't mean it. I went to the bathroom this morning... wuwuwu."
Holding her little great-grandson, Grandma Cao felt so distressed. Grandpa Cao, who was standing next to her, reached out and felt around in the quilt. He lifted the quilt and finally understood what was going on. "This bastard, he didn't even give Peanut a diaper when he went to work.
It's okay, Peanut, we're still young. When we grow up a little, this won't happen again. Baby, it's okay. Come, let Grandpa hold it, and let Grandma get a new one, okay?
His two particularly doting wives coaxed and comforted him, and even explained to the child why people cannot control bed-wetting when they are young. Only then did the two-year-old Peanut no longer have the shadow of the mutton soup.
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