The infatuated president lives up to his addiction to spoiling his wife

First floor

Ling Jinyan took the prepared bottle and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

At the beginning, the little guy didn't cooperate. Xu felt that the taste of today's milk powder was a bit off. Through his clever eyes, Ling Jinyan could tell.

"Eat it, it's not milk powder, it's cold soup."

My father spoke, and the little guy drank it again with a "hush". The taste should be very good, otherwise the little guy wouldn't hold it all the time.

Ling Jinyan wondered, whether it was his illusion, why did he feel that the little guy spared his life, if he didn't explain, would the baby stop drinking.

Pursing his lips and smiling, the little fool is quite human.

At this time, Yin Susu came late.

She changed into a more casual pair of short-sleeved shorts, and her elegant appearance made people's hearts flutter.

"Susu, drink a bowl of soup first."

Ling Jinyan sat on the chair and pointed to the soup that had been filled and placed on the dining table.

At this moment, there is a little one who is drinking milk, no, drinking soup lying on his lap.

Seeing this scene, Yin Susu who "has never seen the world" was startled, even though Ling Jinyan had done many similar actions before.

But is he really Ling Jinyan?

Why doesn't she look like that.

This time, Yin Susu listened a lot.

She sat in front of the soup, took the initiative to pick up the bowls and chopsticks, and tasted Ling Jinyan's craftsmanship.

It's pigeon soup.

The internal organs of the small-framed pigeon were removed, and they lay intact in the bowl in front of Yin Susu.

The color of the soup is not greasy, I believe it should be filtered.

In addition, the sunken peanuts and floating red dates add a few touches of color to this bowl of soup, which is really suitable for nourishing mothers who are weak after giving birth.

This……

Although Yin Susu didn't feel it, she still felt Ling Jinyan's good intentions.

he……

Why!She didn't know what to say.

At the dinner table, no one spoke, but there was harmony.

Yin Susu was drinking soup, and the little guy was also drinking soup, but only Ling Jinyan was watching the two most important people in his life drinking soup.

Of course Yin Susu also noticed this scene, but she didn't want to care about it, she just wanted to eat comfortably and drink soup.

"Baby, what is he drinking?"

Yin Susu was puzzled, the color that came through the bottle was obviously not the milky white of milk powder, what could it be?

"It's pigeon soup."

Ling Jinyan was very pleased with Yin Susu's initiative to speak up, but he was good at disguising, he didn't show his thoughts, but he once again affirmed the decision he had made.

"Can he drink?" At such a young age.

Yin Susu was a little worried that the child would have indigestion.

But it's important to stress that her worries are unfounded.

Ling Jinyan thought of all the questions she could think of.Ling Jinyan thought of all the questions she didn't expect.

"It's not all pigeon soup, I added other ingredients." Ling Jinyan answered his wife's question seriously, detailing everything.

The man's responsibility was fully displayed at this moment. For a moment, Yin Susu felt that Ling Jinyan's image was so tall!

What the hell?What is she thinking!

But I have to admit that Ling Jinyan is indeed a good father, and his soup and dishes are also very good.

Gone.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?

I don't know if Yin Susu's heart fluctuates.

Like Ling Jinyan, Yin Susu's pre-dinner demeanor was excellent. Even though she was gnawing on the skeleton of a pigeon, she didn't lose a bit of her demeanor, and she would eat some vegetables from the plate from time to time.

The little guy was very strong, and when Yin Susu gnawed on the wings, the baby's bottle was empty.

He held the handle of the bottle and shook it. If he guessed right, he should have shown his father that the soup was gone.

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The author says:

"Mom, I'm bleeding, go and buy me a band-aid!" Mom saw how big the hole was. "What's the trouble! Don't buy it." "Wow..." I bought a band-aid, and the baby takes one a day, which is more punctual than breastfeeding.To borrow a certain meme, fortunately you came early and late, and the wounds have healed.