"Then you don't want to grow old, I won't allow you to grow old!"
"...talking like a child again."
Ximen Weilin cut the beef and took the egg cake and cut it. The shape of the cut was actually pretty.
He put the beef slices on the egg cake and checked it with his fork: "Open your mouth."
Jing Jiaren opened her mouth and bit into the egg cake he fed her.
"Does it smell good?"
"The ones fed by the baby are of course the most fragrant."
Ximen Weilin smiled slightly from the corners of his eyes: "I'm very happy!"
Jing Jiaren kissed his cheek and said, "Well, mom can see it, and the baby is happy."
The biggest difference between him and Ximen Longting is that he will tell her when he is happy or angry, and he will tell her the reason.
It's not like Ximen Longting was that boring gourd who lost his temper for no reason and made her guess what he was thinking.
"Mom, let's feed you too." Jing Jiaren also picked up a piece and put it to his mouth.
Ximen Weilin eats it in gracefully, chew it.
Even the way he eats is similar, but he is more childish.
Jing Jiaren discovered that her greatest pleasure was observing him...
"Baby, eat another piece." Jing Jiaren picked up another piece and fed it to her, "Does it taste good?"
Ximen Weilin responded indistinctly, and then murmured after eating: "It's not that good, you fed it and I gave you the face."
"My face is so big."
"SUN is the first man to be fed?" He couldn't say a word clearly with something in his mouth.
Every time Jing Jiaren hears his child's voice but his forced adult tone, she wants to squirt...
"If you were a little man, you would be the first."
"Have you ever fed an old man?" Ximen Weilin's round eyes widened.
"Ahem, this is inevitable."
"I will try my best to forgive you..." he said in a stiff voice, "You have to do more things to make me happy and help me forgive you!"
Jing Jiaren: "..."
After a simple breakfast, Simon Weilin insisted on washing the dishes by himself.
When he was two and a half years old, he moved a chair and stepped on it and washed it himself, and he washed it very well.
Jing Jiaren was very shocked at that time, caressing his head and said: [Baby, you are so awesome, you can do more than your father. He can't wash the dishes, but you can!]
From then on, washing dishes became Ximen Weilin’s happy job, and no one could stop him!
Only at this time can Jing Jiaren get rid of the little devil and rest for a few minutes.
She leaned on the sofa and watched Ximen Weilin's every move in the open kitchen.
The little guy stood on a stool, wearing a children's apron, holding a big plate...
"SUN, be careful not to break the plate."
"Um……"
"If you drop a plate, don't pick it up yourself. Carefully put it in your hands."
"What a fuss!"
Jing Jiaren sighed, picked up the cordless phone, and made an international long-distance call—Dr. Wang's personal mobile phone number.
…
Doctor Wang unfortunately broke his leg and was hospitalized. He could not come to the UK this year, so he suggested that Jing Jiaren go back to China for injections.
It took Dr. Wang at least half a year to get out of bed after a hundred days of broken bones.
Jing Jiaren's face couldn't wait for half a year...
Within a month, the cartilage will turn into water and be absorbed by the body.
After ending the phone call, Jing Jiaren frowned and looked out the window with worry.
She stroked her face, and suddenly, a pair of small hands hugged her legs.
"Who to call?"
"You finished washing it so quickly?" She lowered her eyes and put down the cordless phone.