She glanced into the Xiaobao bowl and saw that the piece of braised pork couldn't be picked up even if she wanted to.

Looking at Xiaobao again, the white and tender buns had a bulging face, especially like the white-faced steamed buns on the table, and he glanced at Wei Heng with accusing eyes from time to time.

He knows that his father is very fond of his behavior. As long as he behaves like this, his father will be soft-hearted every time. When he is soft-hearted, he will help him eat the meat. It is a beautiful idea, but it is a pity that Xiaobao's little plan failed this time.

Maybe Wei Heng also knew that he was easy to be soft-hearted towards his son, and he would definitely not let Xiao Bao succeed today, so he didn't even look at Xiao Bao.

Xiaobao saw that his father was only focusing on eating and not looking at him. What should he do? He couldn't help biting his little finger and sitting blankly, and then slowly, slowly, his eye circles became red, and his nose became red.

It also became popular.

Su Yue looked at him in surprise, wasn't it? The light wave in her eyes didn't work and she changed her strategy? She had seen with her own eyes that little Baoguang could thunder but not rain.

"Mom, mom." She pursed her lips in grievance, crossed her arms and threw herself into her mother's arms, burying her whole little face in it.

"Hey, baby boy, why are you crying?" Su Yue hugged him and patted his little shoulder comfortingly, asking not very carelessly.

"Dad, it was my dad who hurt me, he was bad, a bad guy."

Su Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She filed a lawsuit first and said in a funny tone: "Why did your father hurt you?"

Wei Heng had already put down his chopsticks and looked at Xiaobao...buttocks with a dark expression.

"Dad doesn't eat my meat, doesn't give me soup, and... he still... is hurting me anyway." His little voice sounded milky, but he was confident.

Not eating his meat and not giving him soup would be an insult to him. I have to say that Xiaobao is a little unreasonable at a young age. Su Yue clicked her tongue twice and looked at Wei Heng narrowly.

Wei Heng pinched the bridge of his nose, looked at his son's mischief, and explained, "I didn't mean to hurt you. If you just eat the meat, nothing will happen to you."

Xiaobao carefully revealed half of his face from his mother's arms. Sure enough, except for the redness of his eyelids, there were no tears in his clear and bright eyes. This brat has learned how to pretend to cry again.

The little baby nestled into his mother's arms, peeking at Wei Heng with his big eyes. His father looked more fierce than before, but he was not afraid, hum!

"I don't like the meat in Jieli. If dad helps me eat it, I won't be angry with dad."

Su Yue couldn't help but hold her forehead, come on, the topic is back to the beginning.

"Baby, you can't say that your father is a bad guy. This is an impolite child. Do you want to be an impolite child? And if you don't like eating meat, why do you still pick it up? If you pick it up, you will eat it. Not every time

Mom and dad will help you eat once."

Su Yue asked him to sit on the stool, looked into his eyes and said seriously, Xiaobao still has too many good times, and there is no shortage of food at home. If it were another child here, he would just pick up meat.

Wei Heng did the right thing. Xiaobao cannot develop such a character. The child is still young, so he should be taught more to understand.

"Mom, I am a good and polite boy, but I am too full to eat any meat, so I can only take a small bite." Su Yue had a serious face, and the little baby wilted. He was beaten by his mother.

I said he was so sad.

"Then next time you eat as much as you want, okay? This is a good boy."

"I understand, Mom, Xiaobao, won't you mind me next time? Mom, please don't be angry with me." Sensing that his mother's tone had turned gentle again, he immediately became obedient and looked at his mother with flattering eyes.

"Well, mom is not angry, and it's not mom who should be angry. Now, what are you going to tell dad?"

Xiaobao pursed his lips, turned to look at his father, his long eyelashes curled up, and his little hands clasped the table, "Dad, I'm sorry, Xiaobao is wrong. Xiaobao shouldn't have too many dishes to finish, mom."

As I said, if you know your mistakes and can correct them, you are a good boy. Dad, can you forgive me?"

When he was apologizing, he was able to praise himself in the middle. Wei Heng was also convinced. He was not really angry to begin with. He didn't say anything after hearing Xiaobao's words. He just rubbed his hair and put a smile on his face.

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Xiaobao understood just this, and his father forgave him.
Chapter completed!