Chapter 157: Teaching

"The master, the kitchen, the food is ready, but now you have to put a meal?" Gui Yu hugged Chengqing into the house, just to help the girl who met on the road to pass a message.
"Hey." Chengqing saw Zong Zhenglin on the fun, and the little hand went straight to hold.
Mu Xiyao did not hear the little ones calling people, and the beautiful glimpse, immediately went over and took Zong Zhenglin's arm, secretly preventing him from holding Chengqing into his arms.
"I am not in a hurry to set up a meal, first send the meal of Chengqing." Today, I have to teach the little things to use their own food, feed him, and not to cook.
"Hey, take a good time to sit down in the small wooden chair, and give him a net hand."
Both of them are clearly there. The little thing called Zong Zhenglin is so happy that he only wants to have fun. He even doesn’t even care about people. This problem has to be changed. If you don’t have a milk or a mother, it’s better to give him a good fight as a child.
Zong Zhenglin understood her meaning. She only touched her head in the past, and did not take people to play with him as usual. Instead, she turned and returned to the round table to sit down, and Mu Xiyao personally waited for the net hand.
The little buns were first aired by relatives, and they succumbed to their lips and looked at him with tears. This was called to Mu Xiyao. "Anniling."
Mu Xiyao handed the square towel to Zong Zhenglin, and walked over to kiss and celebrate the face, only to be satisfied.
Children must be polite when they are young, otherwise growing up is a nuisance. Many elders in the palace will be called on the mouth to be flattering and more sheltered.
"Celebration can be remembered. In the palace, I saw my ancestors and grandfathers. I have to call people first."
The little buns remembered the two people in the mouth of Mu Xiyao. When they heard it, they knew the people, and they immediately called out. That looks like it, and Mu Xiyao teaches him to know the picture.
Yes, this is when she plays with him. Mu Xiyao black line. It’s really troublesome to have a son.
Zong Zhenglin saw her mother and the chicken talking to the duck, and the lips gradually revealed a smile.
Chengqing is so small, and Mu Xiyao insists on teaching rules. She is the most unruly, but she wants her son to learn the rules and things.
"Chengqing 乖, I learned to use rice from now on." Mu Xiyao squeezed the small buns and tender face, but it was not said by Zhao Wei, "The master, this child's cheeks can not be smashed, but it is not good."
"Yes, hey, you said that you will not have to leave your mouth, what is bad or not." Which little does not leave a mouthful of water, where she squeezed it.
Zhao Wei is helpless, and the words of the master are really not elegant. The little master was told by her mother. When she grew up, she learned that she can not be ashamed. Look at the softliness of the eyebrows, and I don’t know how to be different. Zhao can’t help but sigh.
Hey, this is just like ever, just watching it, and it’s very difficult for the Yao’s son to raise his son. It is a pity that Shu Yin's maiden does not know, if not, she can't let the two masters look after her baby grandson.
Mu Xiyao asked someone to send a small wooden spoon to Chengqing, hand it to him, patiently teach him to hold tight. After that, it took a lot of effort to let the little buns understand that this new thing is not to let him beat and play, but to eat and use.
As long as any new thing is opened, it will gradually become more and more convenient. Chengqing is smart, and then imitates the action of Mu Xiyao. In a short while, he can learn two or three.
The milk thistle holds a slightly larger porcelain bowl, a spoonful of a spoonful of rice paste with a vegetable juice in his bowl, watching the little master licking his mouth and delivering food, although the face is full, at least I ate it in my mouth and I was very happy.
Yao’s idea is really weird. So early to add a staple food to the little master, in addition to two meals a day as usual, the rest is not rice paste tart, is the end of the juice. Fortunately, the little master is obedient, not only does not make trouble, but now also learned to use his own food. Such a small milk doll is so smart, this is something that has not been heard in the city of Manjing.
"Chengqing baby is the most embarrassing." Mu Xiyao reached the goal, the praise of the little buns is unscrupulous, kiss his little face, like the little bit of happiness.
Since the birth of Cheng Qinglin, Zong Zhenglin has been watching his son being squandered by Mu Xiyao. Now he is able to sit in a chair and learn to use rice. I don’t feel a smile on my lips.
This woman is not familiar with Chengqing, and it is also very suitable for education. In addition to the temperament of the sex, Mu Xiyao can be suitable for IKEA.
Feeling the church to celebrate the meal, and watching him eat full, Mu Xiyao called the milk to hold him to eat, walk around.
Turned back to the 蕙 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆 摆"Working under the temple, Kaifeng." She slammed it down, and she was afraid that her control would not be good.
Zong Zhenglin took over, and slowly went to tie the rope. The whole cover was revealed, and a burst of wine was diffused.
Mu Xiyao looked at the big boss every move, and there was a thought in his mind: he was smashed again!
Grandma, who said that the wine jar was taken away? I didn’t see her man, so I worked so hard, I was so good and proficient.
"Jiaojiao does not drink alcohol?" So stupidly staring at the jars?
Mu Xiyao returned to God, sorry to smile. Fortunately, fortunately she did not personally. To be so slap in the face of the boss, Mu Xiyao can imagine how she should be a blockbuster when she arrives.
Give Zong Zhenglin a large bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus, and Mu Xiyao keeps a close eye on the person, and his eyes are not blind, just wait for the boss to give a rating.
This is made by her own hands. Although it is a novice, the degree of grasp is worse, but should it be encouraged? If the Sixth Highness is disgusted, from now on, she will still mix the study as well.
"How?" Mu Xiyao asked. If it is not the big boss that does not let her drink, do not have to panic and wait for him to react.
Zong Zhenglin looked at her and looked forward to it, deliberately slowing down her movements and slowly taking a close look.
After a while, I said something: "Not good."
The six princes swayed first, and there was no appreciation in the look, quite a bit of a reluctance. The model of the money, see Mu Xiyao gnashing his teeth.
Although I didn't expect it, I could make him satisfied with it once, but don't use it so directly to fight people's confidence? Mu Xiyao said it was good, but it was no longer a matter of disgusting people, but it turned out to be noticeable.
When you have a small temper, can you still have a little temper?
Stinky man does not understand appreciation is not? it is good! She sent it to people who appreciate it and taste it slowly.
"His Royal Highness is not good?" The little model was wronged, and his fingers hanged his throat.
Zong Zhenglin held back his smile and continued to tease. "You can't be discouraged, and you can do better with your heart."
Next time? There is another blame! Mu Xiyao is proud of the temper, and my grandmother is not waiting!
"Is it good to taste the crab meat under the Highness of the Temple? If the wine is not suitable for taste, how can you change it?" While stripping the crab to Zong Zhenglin, he sneaked at Molan, and Mu Xiyao smiled full.