Chapter: 1163
Mo Xiaodie hurriedly walked over to hold his chubby hand and comforted him: "Six Treasures, what's wrong?"
At this time, Lu Chenxu had already pressed him on the stool in front of the dining table.
"Aren't you hungry and want to eat? What do you tell your mommy to do?" Lu Chenxu sat down beside the little fat man.
The little fat man originally thought that Mommy could be beside herself and feed herself, but he didn't think that Dad would sit down so cheeky.
So, he quickly pointed to the other side: "Mommy, come here, sit here."
Mo Xiaodie couldn't bear to see the pitiful little expression of the fat son, so she walked over and sat on the other side of the fat son.
The little fat man's wish was finally fulfilled, he hugged Mo Xiaodie's arm and acted like a baby: "Mommy, my feet hurt so much. Will you feed me a meal?"
Liu Min is indeed very capable, just a simple breakfast prepared several kinds. There is milk and bread. There are soy milk, tea eggs, fried dough sticks, fresh pork buns, sugar buns and millet porridge. There are also some special pickles that they have never seen before.
At the same time, it satisfies the tastes of everyone in the Lu family.
Mother Lu was very satisfied with her performance: "Liu Min, don't be busy, come and sit down and eat together!"
Liu Min was flattered and backed away again and again: "No, no, I can eat in the kitchen."
With that, she hurried back to the kitchen. After eating breakfast, Liu Chenxu and Mo Xiaodie had no choice but to ask him for three days off because of Liubao's sprained foot.
After the rest of Mengbao went to school, Mo Xiaodie and Lu Chenxu also went to work.
Lu Mu took Liu Min to get to know the nearby supermarket and vegetable market.
Only Little Fatty and Wang Niannian are left at home.
The little fat man didn't have to go to school, so he sat with Wang Niannian in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the amusement park at the end of the corridor on the second floor, and set up a small table.
The two people took out the various leaves collected in the past few days, and then took out the brushes and various colored papers, and began to make landscape paintings.
"Brother Zibai, what do you think my mother is doing now? Will you miss me?" Wang Niannian asked worriedly while sorting the leaves.
Lu Zibai picked up a ginkgo leaf and gestured on the white hard paper: "She will definitely miss you. Don't worry if you miss my sister. If your mother doesn't come to pick you up in a few days, I'll beg my father to send you. In the past, okay?"
After listening to him, Wang Niannian happily put down the paintbrush in his hand, reached out and hugged Lu Zibai, and then kissed his little cheek: "Brother Zibai, you are so kind!"
Five or six-year-old children have innocent feelings, and their way of expressing gratitude is also the most direct.
But at the age of seven, Lu Zibai, who was in the first grade, had vaguely different consciousness between men and women, and his little face flushed embarrassingly.
"What's the matter? It's just a matter of effort. I'm so embarrassed that sister Nian-nian said that."
Wang Niannian felt nothing, but picked up a yellow ginkgo leaf and dangled it in front of Lu Zibai's eyes: "Brother Zibai, do you think this looks like a yellow butterfly?"
Lu Zibai's little face was still a little hot at this time, he unconsciously touched his face and quickly said, "Well, it looks like a butterfly."
"Then we use these leaves to make a landscape painting full of butterflies, OK?"
With that said, Wang Niannian took the glue and stuck the yellow ginkgo leaf on the white hard paper.
Lu Zibai also took out a ginkgo leaf: "This should be posted here."
The two little heads came together and began to create landscape paintings in earnest.
Time passed quickly, and three days later, Lu Zibai's little feet could already walk.
However, he went crazy at home and didn't want to go to school.
"My feet are still not good, Mommy, can you let me rest one more day? Tomorrow is Friday, not bad for this day." The little fat man held Mo Xiaodie's arm coquettishly. JrNovels.com
At this time, Lu Chenxu had already pressed him on the stool in front of the dining table.
"Aren't you hungry and want to eat? What do you tell your mommy to do?" Lu Chenxu sat down beside the little fat man.
The little fat man originally thought that Mommy could be beside herself and feed herself, but he didn't think that Dad would sit down so cheeky.
So, he quickly pointed to the other side: "Mommy, come here, sit here."
Mo Xiaodie couldn't bear to see the pitiful little expression of the fat son, so she walked over and sat on the other side of the fat son.
The little fat man's wish was finally fulfilled, he hugged Mo Xiaodie's arm and acted like a baby: "Mommy, my feet hurt so much. Will you feed me a meal?"
Liu Min is indeed very capable, just a simple breakfast prepared several kinds. There is milk and bread. There are soy milk, tea eggs, fried dough sticks, fresh pork buns, sugar buns and millet porridge. There are also some special pickles that they have never seen before.
At the same time, it satisfies the tastes of everyone in the Lu family.
Mother Lu was very satisfied with her performance: "Liu Min, don't be busy, come and sit down and eat together!"
Liu Min was flattered and backed away again and again: "No, no, I can eat in the kitchen."
With that, she hurried back to the kitchen. After eating breakfast, Liu Chenxu and Mo Xiaodie had no choice but to ask him for three days off because of Liubao's sprained foot.
After the rest of Mengbao went to school, Mo Xiaodie and Lu Chenxu also went to work.
Lu Mu took Liu Min to get to know the nearby supermarket and vegetable market.
Only Little Fatty and Wang Niannian are left at home.
The little fat man didn't have to go to school, so he sat with Wang Niannian in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the amusement park at the end of the corridor on the second floor, and set up a small table.
The two people took out the various leaves collected in the past few days, and then took out the brushes and various colored papers, and began to make landscape paintings.
"Brother Zibai, what do you think my mother is doing now? Will you miss me?" Wang Niannian asked worriedly while sorting the leaves.
Lu Zibai picked up a ginkgo leaf and gestured on the white hard paper: "She will definitely miss you. Don't worry if you miss my sister. If your mother doesn't come to pick you up in a few days, I'll beg my father to send you. In the past, okay?"
After listening to him, Wang Niannian happily put down the paintbrush in his hand, reached out and hugged Lu Zibai, and then kissed his little cheek: "Brother Zibai, you are so kind!"
Five or six-year-old children have innocent feelings, and their way of expressing gratitude is also the most direct.
But at the age of seven, Lu Zibai, who was in the first grade, had vaguely different consciousness between men and women, and his little face flushed embarrassingly.
"What's the matter? It's just a matter of effort. I'm so embarrassed that sister Nian-nian said that."
Wang Niannian felt nothing, but picked up a yellow ginkgo leaf and dangled it in front of Lu Zibai's eyes: "Brother Zibai, do you think this looks like a yellow butterfly?"
Lu Zibai's little face was still a little hot at this time, he unconsciously touched his face and quickly said, "Well, it looks like a butterfly."
"Then we use these leaves to make a landscape painting full of butterflies, OK?"
With that said, Wang Niannian took the glue and stuck the yellow ginkgo leaf on the white hard paper.
Lu Zibai also took out a ginkgo leaf: "This should be posted here."
The two little heads came together and began to create landscape paintings in earnest.
Time passed quickly, and three days later, Lu Zibai's little feet could already walk.
However, he went crazy at home and didn't want to go to school.
"My feet are still not good, Mommy, can you let me rest one more day? Tomorrow is Friday, not bad for this day." The little fat man held Mo Xiaodie's arm coquettishly. JrNovels.com
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