He soon laughed again and waved towards the boy, "Baby, come here quickly, sister will bring you something delicious."
The boy climbed out slowly and cautiously, his enthusiasm far less than before.
You know... In the past, when he heard there was food, his eyes would light up.
Alas, there is nothing we can do.
These days, he is almost too weak to accept gifts.[
Today one sister will send food, and tomorrow the other sister will send clothes. Every day she receives no less than ten items. At home, just the things that others send every day fill up almost half of the room.
Even if those things were piled up, it would be impossible to finish them all in a year.
But...even so, he still understands the most basic courtesy.
When someone gives you something, no matter what it is, whether he needs it or not, it is all out of kindness. How can he not react at all?
He slowly got up and walked to the side of the boat in small steps, "Sister, thank you for bringing the baby delicious food, but...sister, don't bring food to the baby anymore."
Humph, do they think that others don’t know anything when they are young?
Although, there are many of these sisters who really like him.
But...most people come here for dad.
Good-looking people are troublesome...
When these sisters saw their father, their faces were as red as monkey's butts, and their eyes were so bright.
Well, he knows that they all like daddy.
In fact, he doesn't hate them either.
As his son, he feels very proud that his father can be liked by so many people. He is proud that his father can be so popular.
but...
My father belongs to my mother.
The only person my father likes is my mother.
As for the others... don't think about the ones that are there or not.
He was very relieved about his father. With such a beautiful mother by his side, how could he like other women?
But...even though that's the case, it's not good to have so many women coming every day to ogle dad and pay attention.[
The woman on the boat was obviously startled, "Why? Doesn't the baby like to eat?"
She immediately looked very hurt, and her eyes quickly turned red.
Xiao Zijin was the one who hated to see anyone cry. He quickly shook his little head and said with a milky voice, "No, sister, don't cry. It's not that the baby doesn't like to eat. It's just that the baby's house has a lot of food piled up.
The baby can’t finish the food every day. He’s afraid that the food from his sister will get moldy before he eats it, and my mother will also cook a lot of delicious food for the baby.”
"So, sister, please don't give us food anymore. It would be such a waste to waste it."
The woman on the boat took the opportunity to rub her eyes and secretly glanced at Lan Qingyue.
He remained motionless, looking up at the sky. From beginning to end, he never looked at her seriously.
The so-called drunkard's intention is not to drink.
The reason why she came all the way to deliver things was of course not just because she was jealous.
She held her deliberately combed bun twice with her hands, and smoothed out the hair on her chest quietly. She coughed twice, secretly looked at Lan Qingyue, and said with a shy expression,
"Baby, this is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by my sister. Later, you took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to your father to try. My sister heard that this is his favorite food."
"Er..."
Xiao Zijin really couldn't bear to hurt her.
Why does a little kid like him have to do this kind of thing every day?