Chapter 545
The next day, Han Muzi seemed to smell the smell of food in her sleep. She touched her stomach and turned over.
I didn't eat last night because I went to the party.
When I came back, I just ate a bowl of noodles and had a rest with Xiaomi Dou. Now I'm a little hungry, so I can smell the food aroma.
Han Muzi thought for a moment, looked out of the window at the sun, took a look at the mobile phone, and found that Xiaomi Dou, who was sleeping on her side last night, was missing.
Stunned for a moment, Han Muzi put on her clothes and went downstairs. She saw food on the table.
Her first thought is Xiaoyan back?
As a result, when I came to the kitchen door, I saw a dwarf standing on the stool, stretching his hand and struggling to take the things on the cabinet.
Seeing this scene, Han Muzi's face changed slightly, but he didn't make a sound. He watched Xiaomi Dou take things down and walked forward with a sigh of relief.
"What were you just doing?"
Hearing Han Muzi's voice, Xiaomi Dou was startled. Her dark eyes blinked and her expression innocently said, "Mommy, I was cooking just now."
"Cooking?" Han Muzi frowned, "when did you learn to cook?"? Do you know how dangerous it was? If you stand so high, what if you fall off? "
God knows that when she saw him standing on the chair and stretched his hand to take things, Han Muzi's heart almost jumped to his throat. She was afraid that he would not be careful. What should he do when he fell down?
However, no matter how nervous and afraid, they dare not scold him at the first time, for fear that he will be scared by himself.
"Mommy, don't worry. Xiaomi Dou will be very careful not to fall down!"
He seriously stressed to Han Muzi, and then went forward to pout the small buttocks, put the dishes on the table, turned and said to Han Muzi: "Mommy, come and have breakfast."
Han Muzi was so angry with his behavior that he didn't want to move.
Xiaomi Dou saw that she had been standing there, so she had to take the initiative to come and hold her hand, but she couldn't pull Han Muzi. She had to say in a soft voice: "Mommy, Xiaomi Dou knows it's wrong. Next time she won't stand so high."
"Next time?" Han Muzi narrowed his eyes.
So Xiaomi Dou quickly changed his words: "there won't be another time. Mommy, I've worked hard to make breakfast. Does Mommy really not eat it? It's going to be cold later. "
Han Muzi: "it's just
Speaking of this, Han Muzi is somewhat soft hearted.
Yes, it's her baby son who gets up early to make breakfast for her. How can she not eat it? Isn't that in vain?
Seeing Han Muzi's expression relaxed, Xiaomi Dou hurriedly pulled her to the table and sat down.
Two people sit together, Han Muzi looks at the breakfast in front of her.
In fact, it's very simple. It's the poached eggs fried by millet beans themselves, as well as the bread and soybean milk that have just been baked.
Because Xiaoyan specializes in cooking, there are many things in the house.
Han Muzi pursed her lips and took a bite of the poached eggs. She found that the eggs were fried just fine and delicious.
Some accidents, she looked at Xiaomi Dou, Xiaomi Dou is looking forward to looking at her.
"Mommy, is it good?"
The expectant eyes seemed to be waiting for her praise.
Naturally, she won't be stingy about her son's praise. Han Muzi nodded and said with a smile: "it's much better than what Mommy imagined."
"Thank you, Mommy! Mom, eat more. If you like, you can make millet beans for Mommy every day. "
Han Muzi: "it's just
All of a sudden, she felt that the eggs she swallowed were not so fragrant and tender. She thought about it and asked in a low voice, "what do you mean, millet beans, to learn how to do this?"
"Well, Mommy I just learned."
Han Muzi stopped for a moment, "Xiaomi Dou lied?"
"Mommy?"
"Just learned, how can you do so well? You tell mommy, when did you learn it? And why do you learn this? "
"Hee hee." Xiaomi Dou showed a child's unique innocent smile and said seriously, "Mommy, is Xiaomi Dou praising? I didn't try to learn it. I always followed aunt Xiaoyan, so I learned it slowly. "
Follow Xiaoyan?
Their three meals have always been Xiaoyan's responsibility. Han Muzi sometimes cooks by himself when he is empty, and sometimes Xiaomi Dou is watching.
But Most of the time, she doesn't cook much.
"Sometimes mummy is too tired, so Xiaomi Dou wants to share a little bit for mummy."
Hearing this, Han Muzi felt very uncomfortable in her heart. She never thought about making her children more understanding than other children.
Because in that case, it means that the environment in which her child grows up does not have too much favor, and will let him grow into a small adult slowly.
But now Xiaomi Dou has become so understanding, which shows that she usually care about him is not enough.Thinking of this, Han Muzi did not speak any more, quietly ate the poached eggs and went to drink Soybean milk.
In the whole process, she didn't smile. Seeing her sullen appearance, Xiaomi Dou asked gloomily, "is Xiaomi Dou not delicious? So Mommy's not happy? "
Han Muzi reacted and quickly reappeared a smile and denied: "no, Xiaomi Dou is doing very well."
She reached out and rubbed Xiaomi Dou's head and whispered, "but next time, don't get up so early to make breakfast for Mommy. You're just a child. You just need to wait for mommy to do it, or tell Mommy when you want to eat. Mommy will get up, OK
Xiaomi Dou blinked and finally nodded: "I know mommy!"
"Don't pretend to promise, but keep it in mind." Han Muzi told him again.
"MMM
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Han family
"um..." Xiao Yan sleeps very dead, a turn over but suddenly plops a sound to fall from the bed.
Bang!
The body directly fell on the hard floor. Xiao Yan, who had been sleeping very dead, was awakened by the pain. She slowly got up and sat up with her painful arm covered, and her face was confused.
What's going on
She remembered that her bed was against the wall and had railings.
Because of her sleeping habits, so her bed is specially bought customized, how can she fall down?
Xiao Yan scratched her hair madly, but the next second she saw an unexpected figure.
Connecting the balcony of the room, there is a slender figure sitting there, because reading, so only a side face.
He is almost the whole person bathed in the sun, the morning sun is particularly soft, let his whole person's line also follow gentle rise.
Xiaoyan looked at and unconsciously committed a flower mania, hands holding face, so staring at Han Qing.
How nice!
"If only I could see God in my dream every day."
Not, Xiaoyan also sighed.
As a result, Han Qing actually moved. Her indifferent sight fell on her face, and her thin lips opened.
"Awake?"