As soon as the food was served, the little guy hummed and opened his eyes.
After searching for a while, the little guy curled his lips when he didn't see Shen Zhihuan.
"Stop crying, your mother is going to get the soup and will be here soon." Su Ziyu pulled the little guy into his arms.
Before he finished speaking, Shen Zhihuan came in with a big bowl of yam and pork ribs soup.
"Mom..." The corner of the little guy's mouth, which was turned down, immediately raised into a brilliant arc.
The skill of changing face in one second stunned Gui Youcheng who was standing beside him.
"Why did you wake up after just a short sleep? Are you hungry?" Shen Zhihuan put down the soup, bent down and kissed the little guy's little hand.
Maybe it’s because of the mother filter, the more Shen Zhihuan looks at the little guy, the more she likes him. From the hair to the soles of the feet, every part of him is in her heart.
The little guy nodded obediently.
Zhang Fengxia, who came in with tomato beef brisket, saw that the little guy had woken up. Just as she was about to make porridge for him, Aunt Wang came in with a bowl of bird's nest.
"Sister Wang, have you eaten?" Zhang Fengxia smiled and invited everyone to come in and sit down.
"No! Secretary Sun was worried that if it was delivered late, Zhihuan and Guaiguai would have already eaten it. As soon as the bird's nest came out of the pot, he urged me to deliver it quickly." Aunt Wang smiled and put the bird's nest bowl in her hand on the Su family's dining table.
In the past, Aunt Wang always felt that Grandpa and Sun Sijun were a little dull. Apart from their special preference for dishes made with tomatoes, they didn’t have any special preferences.
Even towards his only granddaughter, he was indifferent.
That feeling...
She couldn't tell.
Anyway, it feels like there is a layer of separation.
But since they recognized Shen Zhihuan as their granddaughter, the old man and Sun Sijun seemed like different people.
Since Shen Zhihuan was frail, Sun Sijun bought a lot of bird's nests, cordyceps, and ginseng and made delicious food for her every day.
Fruits, cakes and candies are always available.
Sun Sijun and the old man even peeled longans and lychees for Shen Zhihuan personally...
He really treats Shen Zhihuan as his own granddaughter.
To be precise...
It's much better than that fake Chen Yanran.
Anyway, she had never seen the old man and Sun Sijun peel longans or eggs for Chen Yanran.
"Our food has just been served. Why don't you have a bite here?" Zhang Fengxia said warmly.
"No, no, there's soup in the pot!" Aunt Wang smiled and waved her hand, as if to turn around.
"Say goodbye to Grandma Wang." Shen Zhihuan gestured to the little guy.
"Goodbye, Grandma Wang!" The little guy immediately raised his little hands towards Aunt Wang.
"Goodbye, my dear!" Mother Wang smiled and waved back at the little guy.
After sending Wang Ma out, Zhang Fengxia turned to the kitchen and brought back the little one's bamboo bowl and bamboo spoon.
Su Ziyu took it very naturally, holding the little guy in his left hand, opened the bird's nest cup with his right hand, and poured out a small half bowl of it skillfully.
"Too many!" The little guy frowned, a little dissatisfied.
"Not much." Su Ziyu suppressed the urge to curl up the corners of his mouth.
"Too much!" the little guy pouted.
"Not much." Su Ziyu placed the bird's nest cup and the spoon in front of his young wife.
He chose to ignore the little guy's wishes.
How could he not know the little guy's little thoughts?
If his wife hadn't said that it was not good to wean the kid too early, he would have let the little brat drink porridge and eat porridge for every meal.
"Mom..." The little guy looked at Shen Zhihuan with an aggrieved look on his face, with obvious intention of complaining.
Zhang Fengxia, who had long been accustomed to this, smiled and put a big chicken leg into Gui Youcheng's bowl, and warmly invited him to eat and drink. As for the father and son opposite...
The palm of your left hand is flesh, and the palm of your right hand is also flesh.
Therefore, the matter of justice can only be left to the father and son's mother and daughter-in-law.
Shen Zhihuan was also quite helpless about this.
One small child and one big child, both need to be coaxed.
child……
She couldn't bear to let him suffer any injustice.
She didn't dare let him suffer any injustice.
Otherwise, her old waist would be broken by him sooner or later.
Shen Zhihuan picked up the little guy's small bamboo spoon and scooped a spoonful of bird's nest into the little guy's mouth. The little guy obediently opened his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
After taking a few spoonfuls, Shen Zhihuan asked softly, "Is it a lot less?"
The little guy looked at the bamboo bowl and nodded happily.
Then he glanced at Su Ziyu with great pride.
Gui Youcheng: “…”
Child, be careful! Your mother and your father are in the same group.
After the little guy finished eating the bird's nest, he rinsed and wiped his mouth, then Su Ziyu threw him into the crib.
Because the crib was only two or three meters away from the dining table, the little one could see Shen Zhihuan as soon as he looked up, so he didn't cry or make a fuss. Instead, he grabbed a picture book and started reading.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Gui Youcheng was stunned by the way he was flipping through the book.
If he had not personally attended the little guy's hundred-day banquet, he would have doubted whether the little guy in front of him who was flipping through the picture books page by page was really only nine months old! "Zi Yu, isn't it a little early to let a child who is more than nine months old read a book?" Gui Youcheng said very tactfully.
Gui Youcheng's family is a scholarly family, so he knows the importance of enlightenment education for children.
But the little guy is only nine months old...
This is all about forcing things to happen.
"I didn't ask him to read it. He just wanted to read it himself." Su Ziyu turned his head and glanced at the little guy who was flipping through the picture book. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly.
The little guy seems to prefer books and building blocks rather than toys.
Gui Youcheng: “…”
All right!
He was being nosy! After finishing his meal, the little guy was still flipping through picture books in his crib.
His serious look made the people at the dinner table couldn't help laughing.
Perhaps he heard a few people laughing, so the little guy raised his head.
The moment he met Shen Zhihuan's gaze, the little guy bared his little teeth and gave Shen Zhihuan a sweet smile.
"mother……"
"Hey!" Shen Zhihuan responded softly.
"mother……"
“Hey!”
"mother……"
“Hey!”
…
The little guy got more and more excited the more he shouted.
Shen Zhihuan responded with every word.
Gui Youcheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the heartwarming interaction between mother and son.
For some reason I envy the way Shen Zhihuan and her son get along.
In their home...
Children should sit and stand properly.
When eating and sleeping, we must follow our ancestors' advice not to talk while eating and not to talk while sleeping.
Influenced by their family, the children in their family all act like pedants at a young age.
Gui Youcheng prefers lively, cheerful and quirky children like this little guy to those who are always in a methodical manner.
It was precisely because he had a soul that was unwilling to be ordinary that Gui Youcheng resolutely chose to join the army and serve his country despite the opposition of his entire family.
He didn't want to follow the old path of the older generation. He wanted to take up arms and drive away those wolves and tigers with bad intentions.
Ideals are full, but reality is very skinny.
His body is not strong enough to charge to the front line, let alone keep up with daily training.
In half a year, I either broke my legs or cracked my ribs.
When he was deported, his leg was still in a thick cast.