Chapter 906 No need for chopsticks, strict mother Shen Wei (second update)

  West courtyard.

  Shen Yu and the two younger ones are eating, and the atmosphere is good.

   "Mom... eat..." The small chopsticks were raised in the air, trying to reach the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs in front of Shen Hou.

   "Okay. Just wait."

  The little girl nodded and took back the chopsticks.

  Shen Hou removed the bones, leaving only the meat, then tore the meat into small pieces, and put them into the little girl's bowl.

  Following the same steps, she praised it again.

  Usually, adding vegetables is heavy, but after putting them into two small bowls, it is their own job to eat them in their mouths.

  In comparison, Zanzan’s posture of holding chopsticks is relatively stable, and his hands do not shake. It should be related to his frequent punching of sandbags and horizontal bars, and his arm strength has been fully exercised.

  The little girl is worse, the chopsticks don’t grip very tightly, so she prefers to use spoons. Shen Hou forced her to use chopsticks after she got used to using spoons.

   Several times she pursed her mouth and was about to cry, ready to play tricks, but Shen Yu just pretended not to see it.

  Perhaps no one was watching the performance, she herself found it boring, and finally gave up resentfully, continuing to fight with the chopsticks in her hand, her little face blushing.

   In this way, it is impossible not to spill the rice. I saw a pile of white rice grains beside her bowl, densely packed, with oil on it, and occasionally some meat residue.

  Hands and clothes are also dirty.

  Shen Wei didn't criticize, didn't scold, didn't even mention it. There is always a process for children to learn to eat. It's normal to sprinkle at the beginning, and it will get better over time.

  So she, a mother, doesn't feel anything.

  But the little girl couldn't take it anymore, she looked at her side, and then Zanzan's other side.

  One is dirty, smelly, with oil all over his hands and mouth.

   One is clean, refreshing, and you can even pick up vegetables yourself.

  As the saying goes, there is no harm without contrast.

   "Wow—" Girls' collapse sometimes only lasts for a moment.

   Shen Yu was stunned, and Zan Zan was stunned.

  The little girl began to howl, and when she opened her mouth, all the rice and vegetables that hadn't been swallowed rolled out and fell into her drool pocket.

   "Yo, why are we Qingqing crying?"

Song Zhen came in at this time, and was not afraid of getting her clothes dirty, so she picked up the little girl and put her in her arms, wiped her tears with one hand, and lightly weighed her with the other hand a few times to comfort her. , The meaning of gently coaxing.

  The little girl didn't bother to cry anymore, she just stared at Song Zhen blankly, familiar but familiar, otherwise she wouldn't let him hug her, but she didn't know who this person was and what she should call him.

  Song Zhen could see through what was going on in her little head at a glance: "Good boy, call me uncle."

  The little girl's first reaction was not to call someone, but to go to see Shen Yu.

   Visibly taught well.

  Shen Hou had already cleaned up the mess on the table, received the little girl's gaze, and reached out to her.

  The little girl rushed towards her without any hesitation, and yelled with grievances and grievances: "Mom..."

"why cry?"

   "Hmmm..." She pursed her mouth.

"say."

   "I don't want to use chopsticks..."

   "Why?"

   "It's not easy to use." The baby's voice was childish.

   "So you won't eat anymore?"

   "Huh?" The small mouth opened into an "O" shape, "I want to eat..."

  Shen Wei: "How can I eat without chopsticks?"

   “…has a spoon.”

   "Then if there is no spoon, only chopsticks, would you still eat?"

  How come there is no spoon? As long as mother gives it to her, it will be there!

  The little girl thought very clearly in her heart, but her language was limited and she couldn't fully express it, so her eyes were flushed with anxiety.

   Song Zhen frowned, as if he didn't agree with Shen Yu's education method, but he didn't speak.

  Seeing that the little guy was about to drop the golden peas again, the woman not only didn't try to coax her, but her whole face sank: "Don't cry."

  The disapproval in Song Zhen's eyes was even worse.

  What does a two-year-old doll know? If threats and warnings were useful, there would be no such creatures as "bear children".

  But in the next second, don’t slap your face too quickly—

  I saw that the little girl who wanted to cry at first had tears still rolling in her eyes after Shen Yu's words, but she waited and waited until the tears dried up and evaporated, but they still didn't fall.

   If you say you don’t cry, you really don’t cry.

   Song Zhen: "?"

  Shen Yu didn't even look at him, all his attention was on the little girl, "Can I sit down and continue eating now?"

   Sniffing, nodding: "Yes."

   "Okay." Shen Wei put her back in the original place, took a bowl again, and filled the dishes for her.

   Now, the little girl didn't cry or fuss, she stopped, and continued to stumbling and eating with chopsticks.

  Shen Yu then turned to look at Song Zhen, and smiled slightly: "It's not dark yet, Mr. Song must have gone wrong this time, right?"

   "No." He was honest.

  The woman raised her eyebrows and waited for the next article.

   "I'm here to find you."

"Can I help you?"

  Song Zhen glanced at the two children from the corner of his eye: "Go out and talk?"

"…good."

  There is an open space in front of the west courtyard, with stone tables and benches, and a small garden next to it.

   Facing the evening wind, Shen Yu subconsciously raised her hand to gather the coat on her shoulders.

  Song Zhen saw her every move, and thought flashed across her face.

  From appearance to temperament, this woman is not like a woman from a romantic place.

   May I ask, how can a lady sitting on the stage inadvertently reveal the demeanor of everyone?

   At half past twelve, there will be more.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)