novelraw Chapter 1042: The rivalry between the two fathers
Chapter 1042: The rivalry between the two fathers
Chapter 1042 The rivalry between the two men
As soon as the food was served, the little guy groaned and opened his eyes.
After a search, Shen Zhihuan was nowhere to be seen, and the little guy curled his lips.
"Don't howl. Your mother is going to bring soup. She will be here soon." Su Ziyu scooped the little guy into his arms.
Before he finished speaking, Shen Zhihuan came in with a large bowl of yam and pork ribs soup.
"Mom..." The corner of the little guy's downward-turned mouth immediately raised a bright arc.
Gui Youcheng was stunned by the skill of changing faces in this second.
"Why did you wake up after just sleeping for a while? Are you hungry?" Shen Zhihuan put down the soup, lowered his head and kissed the little guy's fleshy hand.
Maybe it was her mother's filter, but Shen Zhihuan saw how pleasing the little guy was. From the hair to the soles of the feet, every part of it was on her heart.
The little guy nodded obediently.
Zhang Fengxia, who came in with tomato beef brisket, saw that the little guy was awake, and was just about to make soup for the little guy when Mother Wang came in with a cup of bird's nest.
"Sister Wang, have you eaten?" Zhang Fengxia smiled and asked people to come in and sit down.
"No! Secretary Sun was worried that it would be too late to deliver it, so Zhihuan and Guaiguai ate it. As soon as the bird's nest came out of the pot, they urged me to deliver it quickly." Wang Ma smiled and put the bird's nest cup in her hand on the Su family's table. On the dinner table.
In the past, Wang Ma always felt that the old man and Sun Sijun were a bit dull in temperament. They didn't have any special preferences except for their preference for tomato dishes.
Even he treats his only granddaughter with indifference.
That feeling...
She couldn't tell.
Anyway, it feels like there is a layer between them.
But since they met Shen Zhihuan, their granddaughter, the old man and Sun Sijun seemed to have become completely different people.
Shen Zhihuan was thin, so Sun Sijun bought a lot of bird's nests, cordyceps, and ginseng at home, and cooked delicious food for her in different styles every day.
Fruits, pastries, and candies are always on hand.
Sun Sijun and the old man even personally peeled longan and lychee for Shen Zhihuan...
She really regarded Shen Zhihuan as her granddaughter.
To be precise…
Compared with the fake Chen Yanran, she is not even a bit better.
Anyway, she had never seen the old man and Sun Sijun peel any longan or eggs for Chen Yanran.
"Our food has just been served, why don't we have a bite here." Zhang Fengxia said warmly.
"No, no, there's still soup simmering in the pot!" Wang Ma smiled and waved her hand, pretending to turn around.
"Goodbye, Grandma Wang." Shen Zhihuan gestured to the little guy.
"Goodbye, Grandma Wang!" The little guy immediately raised his little fleshy hand towards Mother Wang.
"Goodbye!" Wang Ma smiled and waved in response to the little guy.
After sending Wang Ma out, Zhang Fengxia turned around and went to the kitchen to get the little guy's bamboo bowl and bamboo spoon.
Su Ziyu took it very naturally, held the little guy in his left hand, opened the bird's nest cup with his right hand, and skillfully poured out half a bowl.
"Too many!" The little guy frowned, a little dissatisfied.
"Not much." Su Ziyu suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to turn up.
"More!" The little guy pouted.
"Not much." Su Ziyu placed the bird's nest cup and the spoon in front of his young wife.
He chose to ignore the little guy's wishes.
How could he not know the little guy's little thoughts?
If the little wife hadn't said that it was not good for the little guy to be weaned too early, he would have let the little brat eat porridge all the time and eat it to mush.
"Mom..." The little guy looked at Shen Zhihuan with an aggrieved look on his face, clearly implying a complaint.
Zhang Fengxia, who had long been accustomed to it, smiled and put a big chicken drumstick into Gui Youcheng's bowl, and warmly greeted him to eat and drink. As for the two men opposite...
The heart of the left hand is flesh, and the heart of the right hand is also flesh.
Therefore, the matter of justice can only be left to the mother and daughter-in-law of the two men.
Shen Zhihuan was quite helpless about this.
A small child and an older child, both of whom have to be coaxed.
child…
She couldn't bear to make him feel wronged. Big kids…
She didn't dare to make him feel wronged.
Otherwise, sooner or later, her waist would have to fall into his hands.
Shen Zhihuan picked up the little guy's small bamboo spoon and scooped up a spoonful of bird's nest and fed it to the little guy's mouth. The little guy opened his mouth obediently, chewed and swallowed.
After several bamboo spoons were put down, Shen Zhihuan asked softly: "Is it a lot less?"
The little guy looked at the bamboo bowl and nodded happily.
Then he glanced at Su Ziyu with unusual pride.
Gui Youcheng: "..."
Child, please grow up! Your mother and your father are the same.
After the little guy finished eating the bird's nest, he rinsed his mouth and wiped his mouth before being thrown onto the crib by Su Ziyu.
Because the crib was only two or three meters away from the dining table, the little one could see Shen Zhihuan as soon as he raised his head, so he didn't cry and picked up a picture book and started reading.
Gui Youcheng was stunned for a moment as he looked at the book carefully.
If he hadn't personally attended the little guy's 100-day banquet, he would have doubted whether the little guy in front of him who was reading the picture book page by page was really only more than nine months old!
"Ziyu, is it too early for you to let your child read when he is over nine months old?" Gui Youcheng said tactfully.
Gui Youcheng's family comes from a scholarly family, so he knows the importance of enlightenment education for children.
But the little guy is only nine months old...
This is all a sign of overthrowing the situation.
"I didn't let him read it, he wanted to read it himself." Su Ziyu turned his head and glanced at the little guy who was looking down at the picture book, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly.
The little one seems to prefer books and building blocks to toys.
Gui Youcheng: "..."
All right!
It's him who's troublesome!
After finishing the meal, the little guy was still reading a picture book in his crib.
The serious look on his face made several people at the dinner table laugh uncontrollably.
Maybe he heard the laughter of several people, and the little guy raised his head.
The moment he met Shen Zhihuan's eyes, the little guy bared his baby teeth and smiled sweetly at Shen Zhihuan.
"mother…"
"Hey!" Shen Zhihuan responded softly.
"mother…"
"Hey!"
"mother…"
"Hey!"
…
The little guy screamed more and more energetically.
Shen Zhihuan responded.
Gui Youcheng narrowed his eyes and watched the warm interaction between mother and son.
Inexplicably, I was envious of the way Shen Zhihuan's mother and son got along.
In their home…
Children have a sitting posture and a standing posture.
When eating and sleeping, you must follow the ancestors' rules of eating without talking or sleeping.
Under the influence of what we have heard and seen, the children in their family have always looked like an old scholar at a young age.
Compared with children who are rigid in everything they do, Gui Youcheng prefers lively, cheerful and quirky children like the little guy.
It is precisely because of his unwillingness to be ordinary that Gui Youcheng resolutely chose to join the army and serve his country despite the opposition of his family.
He doesn't want to follow the old path of the older generation, he wants to use the barrel of a gun, and he wants to fight away those jackals, tigers and leopards with malicious intentions.
The ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.
His body couldn't even keep up with daily training, let alone charging on the front line.
In half a year, I either broke my leg or cracked my ribs.
When he was deported, his leg was still in a thick cast.