Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Sister-in-law Wu, bring some bowls and chopsticks!

Huo Qisheng shouted.

Then, he pulled out the chair and sat down.

Aunt Wu responded and hurried into the kitchen.

On the contrary, the kid, chomping on the ribs, shouted indistinctly:

Crooked man.

As for the three adults, no one said anything.

Fortunately, Mr. Huo has a thick skin and doesn't feel too embarrassed.

Especially the little grandson still calls himself a crooked father.

What else do you want to eat, my grandpa will pick it up for you.

The kid pointed:

Crooked man, I want this.

Hey, our porridge also likes to eat sweet and sour pork ribs? Grandpa also likes this since he was a child. Come here, grandpa will make it for you.

One piece was clipped, another was clipped, and finally there was a third one.

Su Zhixiao had no choice but to say:

He has eaten a lot just now, don't pinch it.

It will be indigestible.

After all, it's all meat!

When Mr. Huo heard this, he was not very happy at first, but he thought that the physical condition of his little grandson was indeed not very good since he was a child, that's all.

Porridge, do you want to eat this? This is also delicious.

What bad thoughts can a grandfather have?

I just want to feed my little grandson more.

The kid looked at it carefully, then shook his head:

No, no, porridge, don't eat vegetables!

Very disgusted.

However, although they are all green, they are not green vegetables, but ice vegetables.

Iced crab roe is a cold dish that Huo Qisheng has loved to eat since he was young.

Moreover, this crab roe sauce is not the ones sold in the market.

They were all airlifted from abroad and just arrived yesterday.

It's a pity, this kid really doesn't know much about goods.

Can a kid who is less than four years old know what is expensive and what is not?

Generally, as long as the adults don't tell the children deliberately, the children are very innocent.

Huo Qisheng, the grandfather, treated his little grandson much better than his own children.

Okay, okay, don't eat or eat.

There is no bottom line of compromise, but also willing.

Tut tut.

Everyone often talks about intergenerational relatives, and it seems that they are indeed true.

It was Su Zhixiao who put down his chopsticks, took the spoon and bowl in front of his son again, and filled a few spoonfuls of old hen soup:

Drink this.

The kid glanced at it and pursed his mouth.

Mom, it's so oily.

don't want to drink!

However, his mother doesn't follow him as much as his grandfather:

No oil, mom has tried it just now, you should try it first.

Okay then, just take a sip first.

Barely.

Su Zhixiao nodded:

Well, let's drink.

The little head stretched out:

Hello mom.

To this, Su Zhixiao did not refuse.

Start feeding half and half with a spoon.

The kid tried the first bite carefully and tasted it for a while:

It's really not oily!

Anyway, when I was in kindergarten, it was so oily every time, so that the children retreated when they really saw it.

cough.

Kindergarten is a big pot of food in the cafeteria, can it be compared?

A small mouthful turned into a big mouthful, and soon, most of the bowl of chicken soup bottomed out.

'hiccup~'

Hearing this hiccup sound, you know that the child is full.

Miss Huo was the first to put down the bowls and chopsticks:

I'm done eating, let's go out for a walk.

After the words fell, he got up directly and left the restaurant.

Huo Yu also put down his chopsticks and drank a glass of fruit juice, but his eyes never left his little nephew.

Very rare.

Su Zhixiao pinched his son's little face:

Are you full?

Uh-huh!