After Xiaobao finished drinking her milk, Chen Ji fed her some porridge.
Xu Ruantang increasingly felt that cooking required talent. Even with the same ingredients and raw materials, and with Chen Ji teaching her step by step, her cooking just couldn't taste as good as Chen Ji's.
Looking at the little baby nestled obediently in Chen Ji's arms, Xu Ruantang smiled and said, "Let's give the little baby a bath after we finish eating."
"good."
Perhaps because Xiao Bao's hair was too sparse, her parents shaved her head, and now Xiao Bao looks like a little monk.
After his bath, Xiao Bao smelled sweet and soft, crawling all over the big bed with boundless energy.
She used to be able to sit quietly and read, but now she just throws the book on the ground, turns to Xu Ruantang, pouts, and points to the ground, asking her to pick it up.
"You threw it, so you can pick it up yourself if you want. I'm not helping you pick it up."
Xu Ruantang leaned against the bed, her tone languid.
Xiao Bao crawled over, grabbed the headboard, stood up, and stepped on her stomach.
"Baby, do you want to kill your mother?"
Little Bao smiled at her, then climbed up using both his hands and feet, calling out in his babyish voice, "Mama! Mama!"
Chen Ji came in after taking a shower, picked her up and put her aside, saying, "Xiao Bao, you're pressing on Mommy."
Xiao Bao didn't quite understand, so he looked up at Chen Ji and called out, "Dad, Dad."
The three of them hadn't slept together for a long time. After coaxing Xiaobao to sleep, Chen Ji casually put her on the innermost side.
“Xiao Bao will sleep between us.” Xu Ruantang stood up and pointed to the middle position.
Chen Ji pressed his thin lips together, his deep, unfathomable eyes sweeping over.
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