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Zhang Wensi was usually busy with lawsuits, but there were actually quite a few people she knew. Previously, when Wen Zhizhi was attacked by online violence, she also needed contacts to get all the surveillance and related information. Of course, Meng Qingyang's financial background was also a big help.

There were only a handful of friends who could be invited to go shopping or eat, but there were only a handful who could go to someone else's house to eat and drink.

In fact, in C City, the only people that Zhang Wensi could run over to get food during her break were her teacher, Zhao Lide, and Wen Zhizhi and Meng Qingyang.

Wenzhi was amused and distressed by her good friend's noisy ordering.

No matter how much time had passed or how many hardships they had endured, it was truly rare for the two of them to maintain such an innocent friendship.

After receiving Wen Zhizhi's instructions, the nanny quickly went to the raw food supermarket to select the ingredients.

The weather outside was getting hotter. Wen Ziyu did not leave the house, nor did she leave the house. Wen Zhizhi accompanied her daughter and played at home every day.

Only when Meng Qingyang had finished his business and returned home did the three of them, who were considered to be a sweet family, go out together for a walk and watch the people who were living by the lake fish.

This time, Zhang Wen Si came. She was going to have to mess around even if it meant having lunch and dinner.

Wen Zhizhi took advantage of her aunt's time to go out to buy vegetables to cook the broth well and to make the rice well so that dinner wouldn't be a mess later.

Xiaomei is still helping Wen Ziyu clean the quilt.

The weather was cloudy and ever-changing. She discussed with Wen Zizhi about washing and disinfecting Wen Ziyu's clothes and quilts while the sun was up.

The sun is the best antidote.

In the living room, Zhang Wensi was still playing with Wen Ziyu. Wenzhi shook off the water on her hands and hurried to the top floor to help Xiaomei clean up the clothes she had washed in the morning to make room for the rest of the afternoon. At home, he actually didn't have any spare time.

Wen Ziyu decided not to do anything when Wen Zizhi carried the clothes up and down.

It was unknown where Zhang Wen Si had failed to serve her well, but little Princess Wen started to cry non-stop. Zhang Wen Si hugged her and shouted, while Wen Zi Yu's crying did not stop.

"Ziyu, look at the doll that your godmother brought you." Come come come come, let's play with dolls, okay? " It is said that diverting attention is a good way to stop a child from crying.

Zhang Wen Si quickly opened a new doll, used the doll to stroke her hair and clothes, and then towards Wen Zi Yu who was wailing loudly on the sofa, and tried to coax her without any temper.

But Princess Wen Xiao didn't buy her godmother's account at all. She cried and cried, causing her godmother to feel heartache. However, Wen Zhizhi and the nurse were on the top floor. Once the door was closed, the indoor hypothermia and soundproofing effects were excellent.

"Ouch, Zizhi!" Your daughter is crying! I can't do anything to her! " Zhang Wensi had no choice but to carry the weeping Wen Ziyu up to the top floor to find "mother Zhi Zhi Zhi."

Wen Zhizhi could faintly hear the commotion in the room. She looked over and saw that her daughter was on the verge of tears.

When Wen Ziyu saw her mother at this moment, she was like a wolf seeing meat. She didn't care at all as she stretched out her hand towards her mother.

The poor thing's eyes were red and tears were dripping from his eyes. He was crying so bitterly, so beautifully, so pitifully.

Wen Zhizhi, who loved her daughter dearly, entered the room and immediately took Wen Ziyu into her arms. When Princess Wen saw her mother, it was as if she had pressed a switch, and the tears immediately stopped flowing.

He kept pushing his body into the arms of Wen Zhizhi.

Well, he was hungry.

Zhang Wen Si did not have many children, how could she have known that her little ancestor would howl like this just for a mouthful of milk? She had always thought that her goddaughter was quiet and adorable, but now it seemed that she had made a mistake.

Recently, Wenzhi, under the guidance of a professional milkman, breast-fed when she could.

Sometimes, too much milk, will try to make their own handmade soap memorials.

Now that her daughter was hungry, there was no outsider. She immediately lifted up her clothes to feed her daughter.

Zhang Wensi looked at her friend's bold demeanor, then at Wen Ziyu who was in her mother's arms, and then at Wen Ziyu, whose eyes were as wide as copper bells.

Indeed, the number of new women breastfeeding was dwindling, and Zhang did not have the opportunity or interest to see how others fed. As a result, her good friend's unrestrained attitude had really broadened her horizons.

Wen Ziyu ate as much as she wanted, but even so, she still made strange noises like the sound of water splashing and the sizzling.

The sound entered his ears, deeply stimulating his godmother. While Zhang Wen Si's heart ached for Wen Zhi Zhi, she thought to herself, "I wonder if all of these are delicious." He definitely didn't drink much milk powder when he was young, as he was only breastfed. Zhang Wen Si swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva as she thought about it.

"Zhizhi, it's been hard on you!"

Looking at the scene in front of her, Zhang Wen Si couldn't help but sigh at her mother's hard work.

Wen Zhizhi looked at Wen Ziyu who was in her arms and stroked her gradually darkening hair. Satisfied, she said, "Once you have a child, you will feel that you will be willing to work even harder."

"Don't, don't, don't. I feel like I can't even support myself, so I don't want the child to suffer along with me. Even if I was born, I wouldn't want to breastfeed. It's said that my body would change shape. " Zhang Wen Si acted as if she was facing a great enemy, and quickly waved her hand to deny it.

"Hahaha, don't say it so early. No one is born to be a good mother, they all study. "Besides, do you mind so much about your own child?" Wen Zhizhi smiled, feeling that Zhang Wen Si was just a small child.

"Sigh, I definitely won't be able to understand a mother like you who has an overflowing mother nature. I'll go downstairs to the kitchen and look at my soup. "

Zhang Wen Si felt that she should keep watching. She was afraid that if she talked too much and suggested the idea of snatching food from Wen Ziyu, she would quickly flee.

The soup in the kitchen was spicy and fragrant. In the brick-red purple sand cooker, the stew was cooked with black chicken, yellow sage, wolfberry and other great supplements. There was a layer of grease on the surface, and the soup was slightly yellow. Just looking at it made one's appetite stir.

Wenzhi and Xiaomei were still upstairs, Zhang found.

The fragrance had already made the gluttony in her stomach come out.

Cautiously, she took a soup bowl and spoon from the cupboard.

"Well, I'm just going to give Zhizhi a taste." Zhang Wen Si comforted herself by revealing her hidden gluttony attributes.

He scooped up a few spoonfuls of soup and picked up a small piece of drumstick.

The soup was so delicious that Zhang Wensi finished the pot of delicious soup.

It was hard for Little White to tell if the meat was cooked or not. After dipping a little bit of the seafood sauce, he directly put it into his mouth.

"Oh ~" Zhang Wen Si narrowed her eyes in satisfaction. In her heart, she had left a string of 'thumbs' for Wen Zhizhi — she had manually clicked on 'Like'.

After eating a piece of meat, she ignored the seasoning and color of the seafood sauce. She felt that there was something wrong with the chicken this time. Too tender to chew.

Aiya, whatever, the soup is good enough. It had been a long time since Zhang Wensi had eaten a homemade dish.

She had had enough of the greasy ways of the restaurant. If not for the fact that she did not have much time, she would have been searching for the private restaurant in C City.