Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Give the bowl to Dad." Jun Moyan stretched out his hand to the little guy.

The little guy picked up his job and put it in Jun Moyan's hands, but looked at Wen Xiaoai again.

Wen Xiaoai saw Jun Moyan skillfully put the vegetables into the bowl for the little guy, and then put it back in front of the little guy.

"Eat." Jun Moyan said.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the bowl in front of the little guy and asked, "Do you know how to eat it yourself? Do you need your mother to feed you?"

Jun Moyan took the soup in front of Wen Xiaoai and said, "No, he can eat it himself."

The little guy who just talked to Tsing Yi upstairs just stopped talking now, just picked up a small spoon, scooped a spoonful of rice into his mouth and ate it, as if it was specially eaten for Wen Xiaoai. Tell her she will eat.

Wen Xiaoai looked at his chopsticks and said, "Does An An use a spoon?"

Jun Moyan picked Wen Xiaoai with vegetables, and answered her: "An'an is still young, and the chopsticks can't be held firmly, you eat quickly."

"Oh." Wen Xiaoai nodded and picked up the chopsticks.

The little guy was eating with a small spoon while looking at Wen Xiaoai. Seeing Wen Xiaoai was also looking at him, he would look elsewhere embarrassedly, and then look back at Wen Xiaoai.

"An'an eat this." Wen Xiaoai gave the little guy a piece of his favorite sweet and sour ribs: "Mum likes this meat the most, it's sweet and fragrant."

Jun Moyan saw the ribs in the bowl of the little guy, and was about to tell Wen Xiaoai that the little guy was picky about not eating sweet ribs, and was about to take the ribs away, but saw the little guy scoop up the ribs and take it to his mouth to eat .

Wen Xiaoai bent down and approached the little guy, smiling and asking him: "Is it delicious? Is it sweet?"

The little guy looked at Wen Xiaoai, who was very close to him, and nodded.

Wen Xiaoai smiled happily, just watching the little guy eat. Eating is always a big deal for her. At this moment, Wen Xiaoai can't take care of it. Just watching the little guy eat it.

"Little boy, eat." Jun Moyan called her.

"Yeah." Wen Xiaoai responded, but did not move, still watching the little guy eat.

"We are so good An An." She couldn't help turning her head and said to Jun Mo Yan, then she looked back at the little guy, and from time to time she reached out and touched the little guy's head, and after a while she said to Jun Mo Yan: "We are An An so cute."

She really likes it too much.

The little guy was so blushing that he was embarrassed to look at Wen Xiaoai again.

He really likes such a mother.

"Eat first." Jun Moyan called her again.

For a meal, Wen Xiaoai only cared about the little guy. He couldn't see enough at all. He always wanted to reach out and hug him into his arms, and the little guy peeked at Wen Xiaoai all the time.

upstairs

The father and son stood by the bathroom door, one by one.

"Little boy, don't play in the water, don't catch a cold, and come out after washing."

"Don't fall asleep, remember to call me if you are sleepy."

"Be careful when you come out, slip on the ground, don't fall, and remember to take a towel to dry the water on your body before putting on your clothes."

"The white bottle is for shower gel, and the colored bottle is for washing your hair. Remember to take a look. Don't mix it up, and don't squeeze it too much. It won't be washed away after a while."

"There is too much water in the bathtub, so be careful not to fall asleep."

With his eyes wide open, the little guy looked at Jun Moyan who was eager to rush in to take a bath for his mother, feeling a little bit ignorant of him.

It turns out that Dad can talk so much.

Realizing that the little guy was staring at him, Jun Moyan looked at him, really staring at him.

"Go back to your own room, it's almost time to sleep."

Jun Mo Yan said.

The little guy pretended not to hear, and looked back at the bathroom door, shouldn't be Jun Moyan.

"Dad is talking to you."

"..." The little guy still pretended not to hear.