Zhai Yaohui and Miao Liang are not confused old people. They have seen the hard work Qiao Nan has put in for her three children.
Even though the three children can't even speak Mandarin well, Qiao Nan will switch between Chinese and English from time to time when teaching the children to recognize things.
What makes the two elderly people feel distressed and relieved is that under Qiao Nan's training method, apart from being confused at the beginning, the three children gradually got used to it. Even if they changed from Chinese to English, the three children would probably
You can guess that they refer to the same thing.
In fact, this education method was figured out by Qiao Nan in her dream. To be more precise, it was figured out by the master Lin Yuankang and taught to Qiao Nan.
Qiao Nan also felt at the beginning that the pressure on the three children was too much. If we pay more attention to the children's language learning environment, it would be too early.
Fortunately, it later turned out that Qiao Nan was not sure whether other people's children could do it, but her three little darlings seemed to adapt well.
"Mom, hug, hug."
Children always grow up very fast. For Qiao Nan, the three children who seemed to be crawling like insects yesterday, in the blink of an eye, not only can they push their fat buttocks like little ducks, stumbling around
He rushed forward, and his little mouth, which had already grown half a mouth of white teeth, could call out to his mother in a sweet voice, asking for a hug.
Zhai Sheng glanced at Er Bao, who loved to act coquettishly and was also covered in breast fat, and expressed disgust: "Your mother won't hug you, you are too fat."
Erbao blinked his eyes, looking like he didn't understand what the smelly dad meant.
After thinking about it, Erbao seemed to understand a little bit, so he lowered his head and carefully touched the flesh on his body with his little hands before answering the smelly dad's question: "Milk, grandma," Jiajia said, "Erbao, okay."
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The three children can't speak long sentences yet. They can only speak out one word at a time, and the broken sentences are so ecstatic. People like Erbao take a little longer, but as for the words they say, they have to say everything.
It is already very difficult to express myself.
"Yes, why is our second child so fat? He looks good like this. Our second child is just right, not fat at all." Miao Liang was the first to stand up and teach the unscrupulous Zhai Sheng a lesson for daring to bully her like this.
His grandson, Zhai Sheng is really brave: "Er Bao, grandma peeled an apple for you, shall we go and eat it now?"
Erbao shook his head persistently: "No, no..." After the word "no" was repeated several times by Erbao, he almost spit on Miao Liang's face: "Eat, heavy. Mom, hug."
Er Bao means that if he eats it, he will be heavier. He wants his mother to hold him and not eat Guo Guo: "Here, give it to Da Da, San San." If he doesn't want to eat, there are Dabao and San Bao, they can help him eat.
Well, Erbao said that he really didn’t mind at all when his fruit was eaten by these two people.
"Okay, hug." If Zhai Sheng hadn't stopped her, Qiao Nan would have hugged Erbao, the little fat boy. After the three children grew up and their legs became strong, Qiao Nan rarely hugged them. It's not that she didn't want to hug them.
I don't dare to hold them. Children are still young and ignorant. Once they encounter something exciting, they will be like a big fish out of water. The force of slapping and rebounding is not something ordinary people can handle.
The same situation is almost the same for the three children. If the three children kick or flutter in Qiao Nan's arms, Qiao Nan will have to hold the children and throw them together.
This made Qiao Nan gradually develop the habit of not holding her children. For the three children, her mother's possession became more and more attractive, making them obsessed with her.
"Hug!" Erbao's eyes lit up when he heard that his mother was willing to hug him. He opened his little arms, ran to Qiao Nan and jumped on Qiao Nan's legs. Qiao Nan put her hand
Under the squeaky nest of the second baby, um, okay, their fat little second baby has grown a lot more flesh: "Don't move around. The second baby has grown up. If the second baby moves around, the mother will not be able to hold him."
Live in Erbao."
"No, no." Erbao sat obediently on Qiao Nan's lap and waved his little fat hand to show that he would not move. Then Erbao pointed to a fairy tale book on the coffee table: "Mom,
read."
Qiao Nan naturally wouldn't stop the child from reading if he wanted to. Also influenced by their blood relationship, Dabao and Erbao didn't like other children's picture books, but the little people in the books wore green military uniforms and little cuckolds.
, these two children were particularly happy to watch it. Even though Qiao Nan had told them the same story several times, the two children still seemed never tired of hearing it and would continue to listen to it next time.
It is really a good thing for Qiao Nan that her son has such a good temper and is still so nostalgic. At least so far, she is not in a hurry to buy other fairy tale books for her three children. She has some at home.
The three children are not tired of seeing these.
Erbao's little head rested on his mother's soft chest, with a happy expression on his white and tender face. He kicked his calves. His expressions and movements all told others how good he was at this moment.
Happy. That expression is as proud as it is, and as beautiful as it is.
My son was happy, but I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart. Zhai Sheng thought for a while, inserted his hand between Qiao Nan and Er Bao, grabbed the back fabric of Er Bao's clothes, and pulled Er Bao away from him.
Qiao Nan slipped out of her arms and placed her on her hard legs: "Your mother is tired, dad will hug you."
Erbao couldn't understand the sudden change of position on his throne. He blinked several times before he got used to the fact that the person holding him changed from his mother to his father. Erbao looked at Qiao Nan hesitantly and heartily: "Mom, it hurts.
Pain?" Erbao didn't know what tiredness meant. He just felt that any uncomfortable feeling in the world should be called pain.
Under the threat from Zhai Sheng's eyes, Qiao Nan suppressed a smile and nodded reluctantly: "It hurts a little bit." If she didn't scream pain to her son now, she was afraid that she would have to be held down by the man next to her at night.
Her body hurt. After thinking about it, Qiao Nan had no choice but to succumb to Zhai Sheng's lust and tell her son a harmless lie.
"Huh, it hurts, Feifei." Erbao pouted and wanted to blow Qiao Nan, but Zhai Sheng pressed his head and turned it back: "Zhai Xin, how many times have I told you, right?
It's very impolite to blow saliva on you. Your brother and your sister never do this, why are you so disobedient?"
The three children are only over one year old, and they are still at an age where they salivate a lot. If the second baby really blows her off like that, Qiao Nan will be sprayed with saliva. This situation is really not an exaggeration.
Now, it was Erbao's turn to be unhappy. He asked his mother to hold him, but his father refused. (To be continued)