Chapter 1414 Jun Moyan Chases the Little Guy Back to Bed

"Give the bowl to Dad." Jun Moyan stretched out his hand to the little guy.

The little guy picked up his job and put it in Jun Moyan's hands, but looked at Wen Xiaoai again.

Wen Xiaoai saw that Jun Moyan skillfully picked up the food for the little guy, put it in a bowl, and then put it back in front of the little guy.

"Eat." Jun Moyan said something.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the bowl in front of the little guy and asked, "Can you eat it yourself? Do you need mom to feed you?"

Jun Moyan brought the soup in front of Wen Xiaoai and said, "No, he can eat it himself."

The little guy who was talking to Tsing Yi upstairs just now stopped talking, just picked up a small spoon, scooped up a spoonful of rice, put it into his mouth, and started eating, as if he was eating it specially for Wen Xiaoai to see. Tell her she will eat it.

Wen Xiaoai looked at her chopsticks and said, "Does An An use a spoon?"

Jun Moyan held the food for Wen Xiaoai, and answered her: "An'an is still young, she can't hold the chopsticks steadily, eat quickly."

"Oh." Wen Xiaoai nodded and picked up the chopsticks.

The little guy was eating with a small spoon while looking at Wen Xiaoai. Seeing that Wen Xiaoai was also looking at him, he would look away embarrassedly, and then look back at Wen Xiaoai.

"An'an eat this." Wen Xiaoai picked up a piece of his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs for the little guy: "Mom likes to eat this meat the most, it's sweet and fragrant."

Jun Moyan saw the ribs in the little guy's bowl, and was about to tell Wen Xiaoai that the little guy was picky eaters and would not eat sweet ribs, and was about to take the ribs away, but saw the little guy scoop up the ribs, brought them to his mouth and started eating .

Wen Xiaoai bent down and leaned in front of the little guy, and asked him with a smile: "Is it delicious? Is it sweet?"

The little guy looked at Wen Xiaoai who was very close to him, and nodded shyly.

Wen Xiaoai smiled happily, just watching the little guy eat. Eating has always been a big deal for her, but now she doesn't care about eating. Just watching the little guy eat is delicious.

"Little boy, eat." Jun Moyan called her.

"En." Wen Xiaoai responded, but didn't move, still watching the little guy eat.

"Our An'an is so good." She couldn't help but turned her head and said to Jun Moyan, then looked back at the little guy, reached out to touch the little guy's head from time to time, and said to Jun Moyan after a while: "Our An'an so cute."

She really liked it.

The little guy was so praised that his face turned red, and he was too embarrassed to look at Wen Xiaoai again.

He likes his mother so much.

"Eat first." Jun Moyan called her again.

After a meal, Wen Xiaoai only cared about the little guy, he couldn't get enough of it, and always wanted to reach out and hold him in his arms, and the little guy was also peeping at Wen Xiaoai the whole time.

upstairs

The father and son stood guard at the door of the bathroom, one on each side.

"Little boy, don't play in the water, don't catch a cold, get dressed and come out after washing."

"Don't fall asleep, call me if you are sleepy."

"Be careful when you come out, the ground is slippery, don't fall, and remember to take a towel to dry off the water on your body before putting on your clothes."

"The white bottle is for shower gel, and the colored one is for shampooing your hair. Remember to take a look, don't mix it up, and don't squeeze too much, it won't be clean after a while."

"There's too much water in the bathtub, be careful not to fall asleep."

The little guy opened his eyes wide, looking at Jun Moyan who wanted to rush in to bathe his mother, and felt a little unfamiliar with him.

It turns out that Dad can talk so much.

Sensing that the little guy was staring at him, Jun Moyan looked at him, and it really was staring at him.

"Go back to your own room, it's almost time for bed."

Jun Moyan said.

The little guy pretended not to hear, looked back at the bathroom door, and answered Jun Moyan.

"Daddy was talking to you."

"..." The little guy still pretended not to hear.