Chapter 30

After listening, old lady Fu felt like this, and didn't recognize anything wrong.

Between the adults' conversations, the two children were eating vigorously.

The steamed stuffed bun was the part that Yan Shu had left for herself. Yan Shu glanced at the little rice left, and felt a little helpless.

But looking at the steamed stuffed bun eating vigorously, I don't know why there is a sense of comfort and satisfaction in my heart.

"Eat more meat," Yan Shu picked out the grilled meat in the incubator and gave it to the two children.

"Aunt, why do you give more meat to the bun?" Yan Xiaosui looked at Yan Shu and was assigned to his bowl. The poor little meat looked up at Yan Shu bitterly.

Yan Shu couldn't help laughing and gently coaxing when she saw her like this, "there's more at home. I'll bring you more later. You can't stop people from eating when you come to see you with steamed stuffed buns?"

Yan Xiaosui looked at the steamed stuffed bun and pouted angrily, "then I'm still a patient!"

Seeing Yan Xiaosui's angry appearance, Xiao baozi pushed his bowl to Yan Xiaosui, "you... You... You eat."

Yan Xiaosui glanced back at a little steamed stuffed bun that seemed to be flushed, looked down at the pigeon meat pushed in front of her, and then raised his eyes to block Yan Shu's warning eyes.

She stretched out her hand and pushed it back, humming, "no, I can eat it anytime I want to go back."

Yan Shu heard Yan Xiaosui say so, and her face showed a happy smile. She reached out and rubbed the child's soft hair, "good, turn around and wait for Nian to leave the hospital, and make you Coke chicken wings."

"Really?" Hearing this, Yan Xiaosui looked at Yan Shu with bright eyes, "say yes, don't go back."

Yan Shu took a paper towel and wiped the corners of Yan's mouth. "Don't go back."

Little steamed stuffed bun sat in front of the table and looked at the interactive Yan Shu and Yan Xiaosui, with a touch of longing in the bottom of his eyes.

This scene was watched by old lady Fu in her heart, and her heart followed.

The old lady only felt that her child really needed a mother to accompany her.

"Little steamed stuffed bun, eat it quickly. It won't taste good if you don't eat it anymore." Yan Xiaosui chews a pigeon leg.

The corner of her mouth, which had just been wiped by Yan Shu, had been stained with a lot of soup at this time, which could not be compared with the elegant eating of small steamed stuffed buns.

Fu Jingyan picked up his chopsticks again and ate pigeon meat and rice in silence.

Yan Shu saw it, and her heart couldn't help tightening. She had just obviously seen a sense of loneliness in the child.

Then I recalled that he had understood the reason why he had gone on a blind date for Fu Yunjian before.

Young children's desire for maternal love is engraved in their blood.

"I tell you, my aunt's Coke chicken wings are delicious, and lemon roast chicken." Yan Xiaosui chewed and talked to Fu Jingyan, "do you want to come to my house? I can allow you to come to my house and have a taste."

Yan Xiaosui, a foolish child of the landlord, didn't notice Yan Shu's slightly changed face at all.

Go home?

How can I?

Steamed stuffed bun is not a child of ordinary people. His father is Fu Yunjian, a man of high society.

She didn't want to be discovered so early, especially when she was caught by Fu Yunjian.

Steamed stuffed bun raised his eyes to Yan Shu, looking forward to it.

"Hey, why don't you look at me and ask?" When Yan Xiaosui saw Fu Yunjian looking at Yan Shu, he curled his lips, "I'm the one who invited you."

After hearing this, xiaobaozi typed a line on the tablet, [you can't cook delicious!]

When Yan Xiaosui saw him, he stood up directly from the bed in anger and was about to pass with his fist waved.

Yan Shu hugged, "year after year, you can't do this."

"Little steamed stuffed bun, you're too insincere. You've learned to hold people's thighs so quickly! You still hold my aunt..." Yan Xiaosui said angrily, "I tell you, I won't promise my aunt if I don't promise."

With that, Yan Xiaosui turned his eyes to Yan Shu, with a touch of pride in his eyes.

"Hum, my mommy usually loves me the most."

Yan Xiaosui thought happily in his heart, waiting to eat a stuffy bun.

Yan Shu nodded to the small steamed stuffed bun with black, innocent big eyes. When she glanced at his thin arm again, she said, "welcome at any time."