Chapter 579 Group Wedding 7

With a dry butt, Xibao rolled around on the bed.

"Mom, Mom!" He shouted and laughed as he crawled, waving his arms, and suddenly pressed down on Feng Qingxue who was lying on the bed and was too lazy to get up, "Drink milk, drink milk! Mom, drink milk!"

"Mom doesn't drink milk!" Feng Qingxue said, "But who are you? I don't know you."

Xibao straightened his upper body and pointed at his nose, "Baby!"

"Who drinks milk then?"

"Baby! Baby!" Xibao called happily, his chubby white face was so cute.

Feng Qingxue couldn't help but kiss him several times, then got up to make milk powder for him. The little guy then knelt on the kang with his fat butt sticking out, a pacifier in his mouth, and the bottom of the bottle against the kang. He was really lazy, but his two little fat hands grabbed out of thin air. Feng Qingxue, who knew him better, put the gun in his hand, so he held the gun in his hand and drank milk in his mouth, busy but not chaotic.

Seeing this scene, Lu Jiang, who had hung up the diapers and turned around, expressed his admiration.

The couple brushed their teeth and washed their faces. Feng Qingxue applied skin care products, washed her hands, moved the table to the middle of the kang, took out a basket of steamed dumplings with three fresh delicacies and two bowls of five-grain soy milk from the space, and invited Lu Jiang to eat.

The three-fresh steamed dumplings were stored in large bamboo baskets, and there was space for many baskets, so she put them in the small steamed bun basket she usually used in advance.

Xibao was still lying on the kang with her back to them, so they couldn't see her taking things out of thin air.

Although Lu Jiang was used to it, he still sighed, "The world is so big that there are really all kinds of wonders. Even gods may not have such magical means. However, the steamed dumplings are really delicious."

"If you like it, eat more." Feng Qingxue smiled, "Let's have xiaolongbao tomorrow."

There are a limited number of cooked foods in the space. Eating them in different ways will not make you feel greasy and keep them longer. Otherwise, if you eat steamed dumplings every day, they will be gone in a year or two. She also likes to eat them.

Her favorite dish was the three-fresh steamed dumplings sold in this store. Several branches were crowded every day. When she was preparing supplies, she bought a lot every day and was almost scolded to death by customers. Fortunately, she greeted the store and paid two-thirds of the deposit in advance, asking them to make as many dumplings for her in a large steamer, and she could bring them back to feed the workers.

Feeding the workers was her excuse at the time. Anyway, neighbors were very indifferent to each other in the 21st century and no one doubted the authenticity of the story.

Lu Jiang ate a hearty meal and burped while eating.

Feng Qingxue scolded, "Just eat until you are full. Why are you so full? It's not like there is not enough food at home."

"I'm used to eating like a wolf, and by the time I feel full, I'm already bloated." Lu Jiang said this, and got a big eye roll from his wife. He laughed and walked around the room to digest the food. When he felt not so bloated anymore, he went back to the kang.

At this time, Xibao had finished drinking the milk powder. She shook the bottle in her hand, took a look, and handed it to Lu Jiang.

"No more!" he said, shaking his head.

When Lu Jiang came back from washing the bottles, he saw the little guy sitting on the kang with his legs open. His little bird between his legs was clearly visible. He was not shy at all. His two white and tender little feet were pressed together, and his toes were curled up and opened flexibly, repeating this cycle. No one knew what made him smile so hard.

Every move of the little guy is so cute, but sometimes he is too annoying.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Lu Jiang was thinking as he lay down, and happened to rest his head on Feng Qingxue's pillow. This was a big deal, the little fat boy nimbly crawled over and kept pushing his head, "Mom's, mom's pillow!"

(End of this chapter)