Chapter 1183 Drink Too Much, You Will Wet the Bed!

At this time, the little boy Jiang Zixie who was sitting at the table was also a little more depressed on that pretty little face.

Seeing his son's gloomy look, Song Wenxin groaned inwardly, and couldn't help but think of the last time a father and son cheated on each other because of a bitter gourd...

No way, although the little guy is still young, he is different from other children.

You won't cry or make noise all day long, but you already have your own thoughts.

Just as she was about to serve Zixie another bowl of soup to avoid conflicts, Jiang Beihan's voice suddenly rang out.

"What are you waiting for, serve soup for my son!" I saw him ordering to the servant.

"Okay, sir!" The servant nodded, quickly took the bowl, filled a bowl of soup, and placed it in front of the little guy.

"Zixie, do you want to try it? It's delicious. Mom will make it for you next time!" Seeing this, Song Wenxin quickly asked gently.

Hearing this, the little guy looked at her, then nodded obediently.

After agreeing, the little guy picked up the bowl and lowered his head to drink the fish soup served by the servant.

Seeing that the little guy didn't do anything, but obediently drank the fish soup, Song Wenxin was relieved.

"How is it, is it good to drink?"

"It's delicious." The little guy drank more than half a bowl of soup at once, then wiped his mouth, and said with satisfaction.

"So cute!" Song Wenxin couldn't help laughing happily when he saw his son so appreciative.

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"Another bowl!" At this moment, Jiang Beihan suddenly stretched out the empty bowl towards Song Wenxin, and glanced proudly at the brat who still needed half a bowl of fish soup, as if to show off.

"Is it that delicious?" Seeing Jiang Beihan drinking the soup so quickly, Song Wen couldn't help but feel joy...

It seems that both father and son quite like the fish soup she made this time.

Although it is the first time to make fish soup, it seems that the effect is not bad!

"Yeah." Jiang Beihan nodded his chin.

Song Wenxin took the bowl he sent and filled him with another bowl of fish soup.

"Mom, I want more!" Not long after, the kid Jiang Zixie also raised his bowl to show off, and shouted at Song Wenxin.

"Zixie is amazing!" Song Wenxin smiled, and then said suddenly, "We don't drink so much soup, how about some food?"

A child has a small stomach and can't hold so many things, and the soup can easily fill the stomach and digest it quickly. Song Wen wants him to eat some more rice so that he won't be hungry at night!

"I want soup." The little guy glanced at Jiang Beihan, who was enjoying the soup beside him, and then shook his head.

Dad can do it, so can he.

"..." Seeing his son insisting so much, Song Wenxin was a little surprised.

And at this moment, Jiang Beihan suddenly put down the bowl in his hand, and glanced at the brat beside him with contempt.

"Drink too much, you'll wet the bed!" He snorted coldly, his black eyes were full of sarcasm at this moment!

Hearing the word "bed-wetting", the kid Jiang Zixie's face immediately turned red.

"I don't wet the bed." He shook his head dissatisfied.

He's a good boy and doesn't wet the bed!

"Then whose bed sheet was wet yesterday?" Jiang Beihan raised his eyebrows and asked back.

According to the report from the servant, the brat refused to get up for a long time today. The servant urged him for a long time, but he refused to get up!

When the servant went in curiously, he found out that he was afraid to get up because he was embarrassed because he wet the bed.