Chapter 1877 New Year's Eve (5)

"Grandpa, how do you pronounce this character? Where do you want it to hang?"

Baby Yuanyuan touched the ink that had not yet dried, and Bai Shengsheng's chubby fingers instantly turned black.

"This is the traditional Chinese character for ten thousand. This is the meaning of Hui Chun. Do all things go as you wish. Does Yuanyuan know what this means?"

Mu Baichuan asked as he took a tissue to wipe off the ink on Xiao Jinsun's hands.

The smart baby Yuanyuan nodded, blinking hard with his big eyes, "Yeah, well, Yuanyuan knows, these words are all good words. If you want to say good things during the New Year, everything goes well, which means everything will go as you want. Is that so, Grandpa ?”

Mu Baichuan stroked his remaining beard and smiled until his eyes turned into lines. His golden grandson was really smart.

"Yuanyuan is very smart and is right."

The little guy rolled his big eyes a few times and raised his fists towards Mu Baichuan, "Then Yuanyuan wishes great grandfather good health and all the best."

"Okay, okay, oh, oh, my little golden grandson." Mu Baichuan wanted to take the little meat dumpling into his arms and kiss it, but the old man couldn't lift the little meat dumpling because of its weight.

"Grandpa, can you teach me how to write?"

"Okay, okay..."

Mu Yuhao had already gone to the restaurant to have breakfast. He came over with a fried dough stick in his mouth. He heard Baby Yuanyuan coaxing his great grandfather to the point of losing his sight. He felt so ashamed. He, a pistachio, was born from Baby Yuanyuan. His status plummeted.

Wushuang and Mu Jinchen looked at each other and saw the look of relief in each other's eyes. It's no wonder that the whole family loved this precious son. He was usually a naughty and greedy little boy, but seeing how focused he was on writing seriously, he picked up the The writing brush is very precise, and he is just a baby who is barely four years old.

"Hey, Grandpa, look at it." Mu Baichuan picked up the calligraphy imitated by Baby Yuanyuan and kept nodding, "It's much better than your little uncle when he was a child, but Grandpa is really good at it."

Baby Yuanyuan smiled modestly, and his eyes lit up, "Then should Grandpa reward Yuanyuan with an ice cream?"

Mu Baichuan glanced at the young couple not far away and shook his head, "We can't do it today. Can we eat again tomorrow?"

Baby Yuanyuan pursed his lips. He had guessed this, "Well, Grandpa, let's continue teaching Yuanyuan how to write. I will post it in my room and give one to my God-given brother."

Mu Baichuan touched his sweet grandson's little head. He was such a good boy. He would not act willfully if adults did not agree with him.

"Come on, let's write a story about how to grow up quickly..."

Mu Jinchen took Wushuang for a walk in the garden. The bare kapok trees were still as tall and tall, but they would only bloom in March and April.

Wushuang followed Mu Zhilan's example and recorded Yuanyuan's height next to Mu Jinchen's height scale for his children every year.

"Yuanyuan is not as tall as you were when you were a kid. It was the fourth time here during the Lantern Festival. Mr. Mu, do you think Yuanyuan will not grow taller?"

Mu Jinchen couldn't help but feel a little funny. With his and Wushuang's genes, how could Yuanyuan not grow taller?

"No, look, he is as tall as Yuhao. Yuhao was also chubby when he was young, but now he is not as tall as me."

Little women love to worry.

Wushuang nodded, "That's right. If I had known I wouldn't have named him Yuanyuan, look at him, he's chubby now."