822. Chapter 822 The hands are too short to reach.
She thinks milk tastes good... Why does the baby dislike milk so much?
"I don't like it." The little guy shook his head firmly. If he doesn't like something, he doesn't like it no matter what.
Okay... Ning Ziqi sighed helplessly.
"Then we won't drink milk today, okay?" She gently reached out and touched the little guy's head, her voice was extremely gentle.
"Yes!" Beichen Shaoting nodded, with a hint of joy on his face.
Seeing the baby smiling, Ning Ziqi couldn't help but laugh helplessly.
How much her son hates drinking milk...
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Ning Ziqi originally planned to take the baby to dinner, but he didn't seem to like being held by others so much, so he broke away from Ning Ziqi's hand.
Seeing this, Ning Ziqi had no choice but to let him go by himself, while she followed behind him.
When Beichen Shaoting stopped in front of the dining table and looked at the chair, Ning Ziqi subconsciously wanted to walk forward and hug him to sit on it.
But at this moment, the little guy climbed up with his own efforts and sat firmly on the chair.
Ning Ziqi was a little surprised...
"Young Mistress, the young master is always like this. He never lets us interfere in anything he can do." The servant on the side looked at Ning Ziqi, with a faint smile on his face, and explained to Ning Ziqi.
Hearing this, Ning Ziqi was slightly shocked...
However, a child who is only two years old is so independent.
Is it because there is no mother around and Beichen Shixi doesn't care much about him? Is that why the child's character is like this?
"Young mistress, please sit down too. The young master may have to come back later!" The servant pulled out the chair for Ning Ziqi and said.
"Well, okay." Ning Ziqi nodded and sat on the chair.
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Beichen Shaoting sat on one side of the long table, while Ning Ziqi sat opposite him.
There were about seven or eight dishes on the dining table, all of which were home-cooked dishes that Ning Ziqi used to like.
Looking at the home-cooked food on the table, the tip of Ning Ziqi's nose suddenly felt a little sour...
How long has it been since she had such a good meal?
It would be great if... Beichen Shixi was here.
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The little guy is not very good at using chopsticks yet, so he uses a spoon.
"Young Master, what food do you want to eat?" The servant stood aside with chopsticks, ready to help Beichen Shaoting pick up the food.
"I'll do it myself." The little guy took the spoon, straightened up, and wanted to reach the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but because his hands were too short... he couldn't reach it.
The little guy had some annoyance on his face.
Seeing this, Ning Ziqi quickly stretched out her chopsticks, picked up some vegetables for him, and put them into his bowl.
The little guy paused, looked up at Ning Ziqi, then took back the spoon, sat upright on the chair, elegantly held the small spoon, took a mouthful of rice, put it in his mouth, and then chewed slowly
Got up.
Looking at his appearance, Ning Ziqi felt a little funny...
The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the baby was very similar to Beichen Shixi... The feeling of wanting to save face and the elegant movements of eating seemed to be copied from him.
"You go down, I'll be here." Ning Ziqi smiled at the servant and said.
Although her eyesight is not working well now, she can still easily complete simple tasks such as helping her son pick up vegetables.