Chapter 1183: Drinking too much will wet your bed!

At this time, the child Jiang Zixie, who was sitting at the table, had a little more depression on that nice little face.
Looking at his son's gloomy mood, Song Wen couldn't help screaming. He couldn't help thinking of the last incident where father and son pitted each other because of a bitter gourd ...
No way, although the little guy is still young, he is different from other children.
I don't cry or make noise all day, but I already have my own thoughts.
Just when she was planning to give Zi Xie Sheng a bowl of soup to avoid contradictions, Jiang Beihan's voice suddenly sounded.
"Still doing something, give my son soup!" I saw him telling the servant.
"Okay, sir!" The servant nodded, took the bowl quickly, filled a bowl of soup, and put it in front of the little guy.
"Zi Xie, do you have a taste of it? It will be delicious next time my mother will make it for you!" Seeing this, Song Wenxin quickly and gently asked.
Hearing that, the little guy looked at her, then nodded smartly.
After agreeing, the little guy took up the bowl and lowered his head and drank the fish soup that the servant gave him.
Seeing the little guy did nothing but drink fish soup obediently, Song Wenxin was relieved.
"How's it going?"
"It's delicious." The little boy drank half of the bowl of soup, wiped his mouth, and said contentedly.
"That's good!" Seeing his son so cheering, Song Wen couldn't help laughing.
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"One more bowl!" At this time, Jiang Beihan suddenly stretched out the empty bowl towards Song Wenxin, and glanced proudly at the stink boy who still had half a bowl of fish soup, as if showing off something.
"Is it so delicious?" Seeing Jiang Beihan drinking soup so fast, Song Wen couldn't help but rejoice ...
It seems that both father and son quite like the fish soup she made this time.
Although it is the first time to make fish soup, it seems that the effect is pretty good!
"Um." Jiangbei Han nodded his chin.
Song Wenxin took the bowl he sent and filled him with a bowl of fish soup.
"Mom, I want more!" And not long after, the children of Jiang Zixie raised their bowls in a showy manner and shouted towards Song Wenxin.
"Zi Xie is amazing!" Song Wen smiled, and then suddenly said, "We don't drink so much soup, shall we have a meal?"
The child has a small stomach, can't hold so many things, and the soup can easily fill the stomach and digest it quickly. Song Wen wants to make him eat more rice so that he won't be hungry at night!
"I want to drink soup." The little guy glanced at Jiang Beihan, who was drinking soup, and then shook his head.
Dad can, he can.
"..." Seeing his son so insistent, Song Wen felt a little surprised.
At this moment, Jiang Beihan suddenly put down the bowl in his hand and glanced at the stinky boy next to him.
"Drink too much, and wean on the bed!" He snorted coldly, his eyes were black, and at this time he was full of ridicule!
Upon hearing the words bedwetting, the child's face turned red immediately.
"I can't wet the bed." He shook his head dissatisfied.
He is a good boy and cannot wet the bed!
"Whose bed sheet was wet yesterday?" Jiang Beihan raised an eyebrow, and asked back.
According to the maid's report, today, the stinky boy refused to get up for a long time, and the maid urged for a long time, and would not get up!
When the maid entered curiously, he found out that he was embarrassed because he had wet the bed, so he didn't dare to get up.