Chapter 522: The awkward cohabitation life (2)

The huge dining room, the long dining table, covered with white tablecloths, caught Ji Anning's eyes, and Ji Anning's heart suddenly twitched.
‘This table is so old-fashioned. Change to a white table, the longer one, for candlelight dinners. ’
'it is good! ’
Although there were only a few short days here, but there are memories everywhere.
In those days, they were the only time in their love to let go of all their burdens and spend time together without any worries, unbridled sweetness, unbridled warmth, unbridled coquetry, unbridled spoiling.
Memories are always caught off guard, more ferocious and cruel than a scourge.
Ji Anning's eyes couldn't help but sore, she lowered her head.
The little guy next to me saw a table of delicious food from a long distance, and now I was approaching the table. There was a problem with the perspective. She couldn't see the food anymore. She stood on tiptoe anxiously and opened her arms to her. , Hug."
Ji Anning put away her melancholy and sad emotions, bent over and hugged them one after another, and looked at Ji Chicheng who was sitting on the left hand. She hesitated, walked to the opposite side of him, and placed them directly opposite him. They all sat beside them.
Standing on the chairs one after another, pressing the table with both hands, a pair of big water spirit eyes like a small radar, sweeping all the dishes on the table.
Looking at her greedy little look, Ji Chicheng on the opposite side couldn't help but laugh.
He stretched out his hand and quickly picked out two light, easy-to-chew, and easy-to-digest dishes from a table of dishes, and put them in front of the little girl, "Only these two belong to you."
Twenty-month-old little girl, although she can't say it, she can already tell whether that sentence is good or bad by observing the adult's expression. She can understand many routine words.
She pouted dissatisfiedly, "Not good."
As she said, she put a pair of small hands on the table and slapped them indiscriminately, overturning the two dishes that Ji Chicheng handed her.
One is prawn and egg custard, and the other is mushroom and vegetable foam, soup and water are poured everywhere.
"One after another!"
Upon seeing this, Ji Anning hurriedly stopped, her tone was a little harsher, and the little girl's eyes blushed.
She narrowed her mouth, and the aggrieved golden beans were about to fall in her eyes. Ji Chicheng's voice suddenly sounded on the opposite side, "It doesn't matter, one after another has done a great job. If you don't like it, you should eliminate it."
His tone is full of pampering.
Ji Anning: "..."
What is this way of raising children?
I thought that Char was already a representative figure of petting children, but I didn't expect that there would be even more incomprehensible spoiled and willful spoils.
Obviously self-willed and spoiled, spoiled the food, and lost his temper, he actually praised her for what she did.
Isn't this a mistake?
However, she did not dare to express any opinions, nor did she dare to criticize them. She silently took a few sheets of paper and wiped the soup on the table.
Ji Anning buried his head in wiping the table, Ji Chicheng smiled and looked at them, "What do you want to eat?"
"Chicken..." Pointing to a plate of chicken wings, the pronunciation is not very standard.
"Good." Ji Chicheng nodded, picked up a chicken wing, tore a small piece of skin from the chicken wing, and stuffed it into their mouths, "Taste first."
They chewed one after another, the expression on the little face became more and more subtle, and finally the brows came together, and he started crying with an ‘Oh’.
"What's the matter?" Ji Anning didn't know what was going on, she raised her head and looked at them, a little white face was red.