"Okay, okay, Haotian, you are so grown up and you should be serious with your children!" Feng Linxue turned around and glared at her husband, then greeted warmly: "Yunlin, are you tired? Come and rest. Xiaobao, there is delicious food here.
Come and try the refreshments?"
Xiaobao is still a four-year-old child, and he has suffered a lot in the UK, a country where food is scarce. Although there are many Western pastries there, the pastries here in China are obviously more suitable for Xiaobao's taste.
He has been here for a few days, and the pastry chef here has changed his ways to make food for him every day. Although the little guy doesn't say it, and he despises the food Leng Yunting brings him, he is really fascinated.
He secretly swallowed a sip of water, then frowned, pretending to be bitter and resentful: "Who wants to eat your food!"
Feng Linxue didn't care about the child and automatically ignored his words. Then she opened the lid and handed him a piece of white sugar cake: "Try it."
He deliberately resisted with a straight face until the aroma of the white sugar cake reached his nose, then he reached out to take it. After taking the cake, he persisted and did not eat it immediately.
Immediately, Feng Linxue handed him another cup of tea. Green tea alone has no taste, but green tea with white sugar cake is absolutely delicious!
He rolled his little eyes, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, so he started eating in small bites.
After all, Luo Xiaobao is only a four-year-old little one. He has recently taken some medicine and his body feels warm.
Although, with his blond hair and fair skin, it is estimated that he cannot change back to the appearance of a yellow man. However, maybe it is because he has lived in the Leng family for a few days, and he is not as cold as at the beginning. Although he is still unwilling to talk, or
It was sarcasm when he opened his mouth, but cynicism is also a way of coping, isn't it?
In fact, Luo Qingxue still has some strange miraculous blood relationships. You know, when Luo Xiaobao was in England, except for the few closest people to him, even if he met the other servants many times, he would not say a word.
Let alone scolding Leng Yunting and Leng Haotian every day.
Although this "way of getting along" is indeed ridiculous, it is a way for Xiaobao with autism to express his feelings.
Leng Yunting also took this opportunity to adjust his dissatisfaction and continued to coax the little guy: "These are really good-looking clothes. Do you want to try them on, little treasure?"
Xiaobao's answer was "butt", buttocks pointed towards him and ignored him.
Leng Yunting had endured his emotions for a long time and was about to burst out again.
Damn, I didn’t have to put so much thought into trying to please your mother back then. You little guy is so disgusting!
The family sat together, drank tea, and ate refreshments. Soon, dinner was served.
Perhaps after staying at Leng's house for a few days, Xiaobao was not as thorny as he was at the beginning. However, he still had a deep sense of distrust towards the surrounding environment.
At least, he was still staring at the "bad guys" and "old things" with full vigilance, looking unhappy.
On the contrary, he was not so hostile to the sudden appearance of his uncle Leng Yunlin, maybe because Leng Yunlin's performance was not so bad at the beginning.
Leng Yunlin kept staring at Luo Qingxue while eating.
He felt a little dizzy. He didn't know how he had reached this point and how he had let her miss him.