Wei Zi has a good temper and is generally not angry with others, nor with herself.
"I want my great-grandmother... I want my grandmother... I want my grandfather... I want my aunt... I want my mother... Where is my mother?
...Where is my mother..." The little guy was crying so hard that he was hoarse.
Feng Danyuan: "..."
Even King Yan called Feng Weihuan, but he didn't even call him?
Is the little fat man confused about how he got here?
He is his biological father!
It's the father's fault if the son doesn't teach. He should indeed fulfill some of his father's responsibilities, such as letting the little fat man know that his status can only be ranked behind his mother, and that his grandfather and aunts all stand aside.
Feng Danyuan walked to the bed, reached out and picked up the child: "Let's go, daddy will take you to play."
Grandma stood there blankly, watching Feng Danyuan carrying the child who was only wearing single clothes out of the house. She finally reacted and quickly grabbed a small blanket. She originally wanted to wrap Feng Jiayu in it, but she didn't dare after all, so she
He directly stuffed the small blanket to Feng Su, who seemed to be quite friendly: "The young prince is not dressed properly, he is going to catch a cold."
Feng Su handed the small blanket to Feng Danyuan and asked him: "You still have to go to court..."
"Ask for leave from the palace. You can think of the reason yourself." Feng Danyuan wrapped the little kid in a small blanket, walked two steps and then returned to the room, handing the child to his grandmother: "Get him dressed and comb his hair.
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"Yes..." Grandma quickly responded.
After changing the little guy's clothes, arranging his hair, and washing his face, Feng Danyuan also changed into normal clothes and came over.
"Eat first, then I'll take you to play after dinner." He began to cultivate the relationship between the two of them.
The little guy cried a lot and was tossed back and forth by Feng Danyuan, and he was mostly awake from his nap.
As soon as people wake up, they begin to pay attention to the beauty of the colorful world: they want delicious things and fun things.
"Eat noodles, eat fruit, eat Xiangxiang." The little guy ordered his meal without ceremony.
Feng Danyuan wondered: What is Xiangxiang?
"Prince Huichen, the young prince's breakfast has been prepared." When grandma saw Feng Danyuan frowning, her heart trembled and she hurriedly replied.
"Bring it up."
There was a bowl of noodles, a plate of fruit, and a bowl of yellow paste. Feng Danyuan looked a little disgusted.
After the grandma put on the little bib for the little guy, he grabbed the little spoon, dug out the yellow paste and ate it, one bite after another, eating with relish.
After all, he was only a one-and-a-half-year-old child. Sometimes the spoon could not be put into his mouth accurately, and the result was yellow goo all over his face. Feng Danyuan couldn't help feeling nauseated, and the noodles in his bowl no longer smelled good.
"What is this?" He was so disgusted that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he directly wiped the little guy's face with a handkerchief.
"Xiangxiang!"
"Prince Huichen, this is pumpkin paste with millet flour, chestnut flour, milk and sugar added. The young prince has liked to eat it since he was a child. He must eat a bowl every morning."
Feng Danyuan threw Huang Bulaji's handkerchief aside and thought, this is not his fault. He never eats something that looks like it is not what a normal person would eat.
"The old lady said that Prince Chen liked to eat this paste when he was a child, so she made it for one night, and the young prince fell in love with it..." Xu Shi saw that Feng Danyuan and Feng Jiayu had a harmonious meal.
Yes, grandma couldn't help but talk too much.
Feng Danyuan glanced at her.
Grandma's heart trembled, she reacted immediately and did not dare to say any more words.
