Chapter 85: Bear boy and Xiao Lingbao are fighting
Chapter 85 The naughty kid and Little Lingbao started fighting
Author: Zi Yunsu
Chapter 85 The naughty kid and Little Lingbao started fighting
The tone of a confident robber.
It made the whole family feel sad.
But Liu's mother responded quickly: "Ah, the young master wants to eat strawberry flavor, I will make it for you again right away."
"I won't eat what you made from scratch." Ling Sheng said unreasonably, "I will eat her bowl."
"Nonsense!" Ling Yanhua's face darkened again,
"I just asked you why you didn't tell me? I don't want to do it again. What do you want?"
"I don't care, I will eat her bowl." Ling Sheng ignored Ling Yanhua at all.
Ling Bao's little mouth opened wide and he was about to take the first bite when he heard this and put down the spoon again.
"Ling Bao, don't give it to him." Ling Yanhua frowned.
The other uncles probably thought the same thing, but seeing that the third child was so self-conscious, they didn't say anything.
No matter what, this bear son is also the third child's, and it's up to him to take care of it.
Ling Yanhua picked up the bowl of dessert in front of Ling Sheng and put it down heavily: "If you want to eat it, eat it. If you don't want to eat it, throw it down."
In the Ling family, sons are not treated favorably.
Among their brothers, who is not a filial son born from sticks and whips?
Ling Yanhua was very afraid that the old man would pamper the child by inter-generational marriage.
In the Ling family, it is enough for Ling Bao to be favored by himself, but the son should be given a good training.
"Why? You are just partial!" Ling Sheng jumped to the ground, "You are not my father at all!"
He had already noticed that Ling Yanhua liked little Lingbao more.
Why?
He is his son!
He ignored him for so many years and even bullied his mother.
He hates him!
Scumbag!
If his mother hadn't begged him, he wouldn't have come here.
Seeing Ling Yanhua's fists beginning to clenched...
"Okay, okay, everyone, don't be angry." Xiao Lingbao tried to smooth things over.
She handed her dessert to Ling Sheng: "Brother, please eat my bowl."
It doesn’t matter what taste Lingbao eats, chocolate and blueberries are also delicious.
"Ling Bao..."
Not only Ling Yanhua, but also the other uncles of the Ling family felt uncomfortable.
Ling Bao is so sensible, why should he suffer this injustice?
Unexpectedly, Ling Sheng looked at the dessert in the bowl and his face fell: "Who is your brother?"
He suddenly picked up the bowl and threw it at Xiao Lingbao: "Who wants to eat your leftovers!"
Yu Perry's little native chicken had quick eyes and quick hands, and pushed little Lingbao into the sofa with one wing.
A bowl full of desserts,
Strawberry jam, ice cream, crushed fruit cookies...
It all splashed onto the face of Ling Yixi who was sitting next to Ling Bao...
Ling Yixi...: "You bastard! I'll kill you!"
"Forget it, dick..."
"Don't behave like a child."
"He just came today, please be patient..."
"The third child knows about education..."
In a hurry, Ling Yanhua picked up Ling Sheng and said, "Come here."
Ling Sheng went wild, punching and kicking: "Let me go! You scumbag, let me go!"
Ling Yanhua grabbed his hands and feet and dragged him away.
Ling Yanhua's sharp shout came from upstairs: "Stand still!"
And Ling Sheng's cry: "Go away! You are not my father——"
The whole family looked at each other.
The little local chicken breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, it seems that this silly boy can't shake your position..."
Xiao Lingbao: "?"
Xiaowudan explained: "Many people prefer sons. Do you know that sons are preferred over daughters? When you grow up and get married, your family property will belong to your son."
"Oh." Xiao Lingbao responded.
Little chicken and puppy egg: "..."
This girl is heartless.
It's nothing for her to worry about.
Ling Yanhua took care of Ling Sheng for one day, but he put him down the next night.
I heard that he was alone in the room, paying no attention to anyone, and didn't eat much of the food the servants brought him.
Mr. Ling looked at Ling Sheng's stubborn face and couldn't help but sigh.
This child was the one he had to keep.
After all, at his age, how could he bear to let the flesh and blood of the Ling family wander outside?
"Let's eat, let's forget what happened before."
Such tolerance made Ling Yanhua feel jealous.
As expected, old people dote on their grandchildren.
"Say thank you, grandpa." He said with a cold face.
Unexpectedly, one day of confinement did not teach Ling Sheng any lessons.
He continued to hum and tilted his head.
"Nosy old man!"
The old man held the chopsticks in his hand tightly.
He never expected to have children and grandchildren around him, but he never thought that he would bring back such an unpleasant and stubborn boy.
Forget it, forget it, if you don't have the same experience as a seven-year-old child, after all, you are still a child of their Ling family.
The days are long, so teach slowly.
Fortunately, their Ling Bao is an invincible little boy.
"What does Ling Bao want to eat?" Ling Yixi asked Ling Bao quickly.
Every day at meals, the uncles enjoyed serving little Lingbao food.
But this little one ate too little.
Therefore, seizing the right to serve the dishes has unknowingly become a competition for the dinner table among the uncles.
"Well, Zaizai wants a bracken." Xiao Lingbao said.
"No, two." Ling Yixi bargained.
"I want to eat bracken too!" Ling Sheng shouted.
Ling Yanhua glanced at him: "Pinch it yourself."
Ling Yixi remembered the incident of being showered with desserts, and also ridiculed: "You are seven years old, and you still don't know how to eat by yourself?"
As he said this, he was about to pick up bracken for little Lingbao.
Unexpectedly, Ling Sheng climbed onto the table on the stool and snatched away the plate of bracken.
Ling Yixi's chopsticks fell empty.
whole family:"……"
"Forget it," said little Lingbao with a heart. "Uncle, you idiot, don't be angry. Lingbao wants to eat a piece of winter melon."
This time, before Ling Yixi made any move, Ling Sheng dragged the plate of shrimp and winter melon in front of him alone and began to pick out the shrimps to eat.
Not only that, but whatever he liked next, he didn't ask anyone else, he just put it all in front of him.
The good chicken, duck, and fish were all messed up by him poking them around with his chopsticks.
As for the bracken and winter melon that Xiao Lingbao likes, he will never allow anyone to touch them.
Ling Xuanyan was the first to put down his chopsticks and pick up his hands.
Ling Yixi held back a breath.
Ask Ling Bao: "Is he also like this in the Wang family?"
This kid, it's obvious that he did it on purpose.
"He doesn't like being in the Wang family," Xiao Lingbao didn't know whether he was displeased in hindsight.
"Auntie Wang doesn't often bring him back."
She had not seen Ling Sheng more than one finger at the Wang family.
Little Lingbao uncovered Ling Sheng's scar.
Ling Sheng immediately rebounded.
He picked up a piece of winter melon and threw it towards little Lingbao: "It's better than a motherless child like you."
This time, Ling Bao couldn't bear it anymore: "Ling Bao has a mother!"
She grabbed the winter melon and threw it back to Ling Sheng.
Bang!
It was thrown right in Ling Sheng's face.
Ling Sheng got angry, grabbed the bracken in front of him, and threw it towards little Ling Bao.
Bracken goddess scattered flowers.
Ling Yixi on the side... was accidentally injured again.
"Ling Sheng!" Ling Yanhua shouted angrily.
Ling Sheng had just been taken care of by his father for a day, and he was a little frightened, but he paused for a moment.
Little Lingbao held his own small bowl and climbed onto the table.
A bowl full of rice covered Ling Sheng's head...
This is just great.
Ling Sheng also jumped up, grabbed his rice bowl, and threw it at little Ling Bao's face.
Unexpectedly, little Lingbao was so flexible and quick and accurate. While dodging, he grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into Ling Sheng's mouth.
Ling Sheng was dragged away by Ling Yanhua, with chicken drumsticks stuffed in his mouth: "Uh-huh--"
He kicked his legs randomly and knocked over the stool.
The chicken legs spat out and he roared: "I'll kill you! I'll kill you, the broomstick!"
Snapped!
The old man put down the bowl heavily.
In the restaurant, it was quiet for a moment.
Ling Yanhua had already covered Ling Sheng's mouth.
"Butler," the old man said with a dark face, "go and let the kitchen cook, and bring over ten plates of bracken and winter melon!"
