Knowing that Su Changjiang had something to say, several people found a seat and sat down.
Su Changjiang picked up the bamboo fan on the coffee table and fanned the little guy.
"Grandpa, eat." The little guy pointed to the fruit plate on the coffee table.
"That's too hard, you can't eat it." Su Changjiang looked in the direction of the little guy's finger and immediately frowned.
Peaches make you full, apricots make you hurt, and dead people are buried under plum trees.
Because of this, the Su family has never fed plums to the little guy.
"Grandpa, eat." The little guy pointed at the honey plums in the fruit bowl, and then pointed at Su Changjiang.
"Grandpa doesn't eat." Su Changjiang looked relieved.
The curve of the corners of the mouth couldn't be suppressed at all.
He is worthy of being a child of the Su family. Even at such a young age, he already knows how to feel sorry for his grandfather.
"Eat!" The little guy puffed up his face and said with a firm attitude.
"Okay, okay, Grandpa, eat it." Su Changjiang didn't like eating plums very much. He always felt they were too sour, and eating too many would make his teeth ache. But he couldn't resist his obedient grandson's filial piety, so he picked up one and took a bite.
The moment the juice melted in his mouth, Su Changjiang's eyes lit up.
The flesh is delicate and smooth, with a perfect taste of eight parts sweet and two parts sour.
"This plum tastes great!" Su Changjiang tasted it carefully and nodded continuously.
"I asked someone to help bring them. If you think they taste good, I'll ask someone to bring some back." Su Ziyu grabbed two from the fruit plate, handed one to his young wife and the other to Zhang Fengxia.
"Then ask someone to bring back more and send some to Zhihuan's grandparents." Su Changjiang finished one in two bites.
Seeing that Su Changjiang's hands were empty, the little guy pointed to the fruit plate again.
The meaning is very clear, let Su Changjiang eat it.
Su Changjiang's heart was so sweet! If Honey Sugar Plum was eight points sweet, then his beloved grandson was ten points sweet.
"Good boy." Zhang Fengxia, feeling ignored and left out, called out sourly.
Hearing Zhang Fengxia calling him, the little guy looked up and met Zhang Fengxia's gaze. He grinned at her.
While laughing, he pointed at the honey plums in the fruit bowl and said, "Grandma, eat."
"Hey!" A smile immediately appeared on Zhang Fengxia's face.
Shen Zhihuan: “…”
Zhang is five years old...
No more.
Seeing the little guy looking at him eagerly, Shen Zhihuan broke off a small piece and fed it to him.
There was something to eat, and the little guy showed his newly emerged milk teeth and clapped his hands with joy.
"Zhihuan, feed Guaiguai less. It's not good for him to eat too much of this." Su Changjiang warned worriedly.
"Yeah!" Shen Zhihuan responded with a smile.
Plum is actually a good fruit. It not only promotes the secretion of gastric acid and digestive enzymes, promotes gastrointestinal motility, helps digestion and absorption, but also promotes hemoglobin regeneration and prevents anemia.
But the little guy is too small, so it’s really not suitable for him to eat too much.
Seeing the little guy smacking his lips, obviously wanting to eat more, Shen Zhihuan smiled and tapped the little guy's round belly.
"I can't eat any more. If I eat any more, I won't have enough food left in my stomach."
The little guy looked down at his bulging belly, and when he heard his mother say that he would have porridge to eat later, his attention was instantly diverted.
"Huhu!" The little guy's eyes were as bright as black grapes.
While the little guy's attention was not on the fruit plate, Su Ziyu quickly put the fruit plate into the low cabinet next to him.
"Eat porridge after dark." Shen Zhihuan coaxed softly.
The little guy blinked, looked at the sky outside, and nodded obediently.
From once a day, to twice a day, to now three times a day, morning, noon and evening.
When the time comes, I will look at it eagerly.
The diet is too regular.
"Mom, come and take a look to see if the frying pan is broken." Su Lili's anxious voice sounded beside the courtyard wall.
Zhang Fengxia stood up suddenly and walked quickly back to Yard No. 1.
The frying pan was bought when they moved in, how could it be broken?
After Zhang Fengxia left, Su Changjiang felt uncomfortable staying here alone. He made up an excuse and returned to Yard No. 1 with the little one in his arms.
"Why did Dad leave?" Shen Zhihuan asked in a low voice, glancing at the figure disappearing over the courtyard wall.
Su Ziyu put his arms around his young wife's slender waist and held her on his lap.
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"My father is so old-fashioned, you don't know. He must feel uncomfortable staying with his son and daughter-in-law!"
It must be said that Su Ziyu really understood his father's temperament .
After confirming that the pot really had a crack, Zhang Fengxia hurriedly asked Su Lili to come to Yard No. 2 to get the pot for replacement.
After a period of chaos, the steamed buns on the edge of the pot finally stuck to the pot.
After dinner, return to the house.
Su Changjiang gently waved his bamboo fan and spoke slowly, "Mother, Ziyu is right. Don't underestimate him because he is so young. He knows everything."
As soon as he heard that his backers were coming, he immediately started howling loudly.
That little guy is very clever.
Although Zhang Fengxia is always noisy, Su Changjiang still has to make the final decision on important matters at home.
"Don't jump out whenever something happens. Ziyu and Zhihuan are good parents. How could they harm their own son?!"
"Besides, what diplomas do Ziyu and Zhihuan have? Don't they know how to teach their own sons?!"
"You forgot, when you just took off your coat, your good grandson wanted to grab everything he saw, not caring whether it pricked his hands or was hot, or whether he could touch it or not. In the end, it was Zi Yu who pulled the little guy over."
If the second kid hadn't given the kid a couple of beatings, would the kid have learned his lesson so quickly?! Su Changjiang had lived for most of his life, and he had never seen a child as nimble as the kid.
It's hard to guard against.
"Guaiguai is only eight months old..." Zhang Fengxia placed the enamel pot filled with water on the bedside table on Su Changjiang's side.
"Eight months..." Su Changjiang snorted, "Is the one-year-old kid across the street half as obedient as me?"
Zhang Fengxia was speechless.
The child across the street is over one year old, but he still sniffs all day long. All he does every day is eat, sleep, or cry. He doesn't know what's going on.
"Let's not talk about others, just talk about your brother's eldest grandson. Could he speak when he was eight months old? Could he understand what adults were saying?" Su Changjiang said again.
Zhang Fengxia: "..."
"From now on, when Ziyu and Zhihuan are taking care of the children, don't butt in, especially when Zhihuan is taking care of the children..."
"I understand!" Zhang Fengxia interrupted Su Changjiang.
The older you get, the more verbose you become.
She is not a fool.
Although she didn't quite understand what the second boy said, she also knew that children should not be spoiled.
She also didn't think of spoiling the child.
I just think that Guaiguai is still young, so there is no need to be so strict with him.
"And your eldest son, he just stares at TV when he gets home from get off work and doesn't do any real work. You should find an opportunity to have a good talk with him and ask him to watch less TV and pay more attention to his son's homework." Su Changjiang felt a headache when he thought of the red crosses on Su Qiping's test paper.