Although sometimes Xia Yanchao and Chen Qianqian didn't care so much because their two children were still young, Han Ganran never cared about this kind of thing, and most of the time it was adults who coaxed them to feed.
But in terms of etiquette, the elders are also taught.
Yin Rufeng is helpless. How old is his son? Shouldn't such a big child be playing with mud innocently? Even if he doesn't play with mud, he should be self-centered.
"It will be a while before mom takes a bath. If you are hungry, you should eat first. If you are hungry, mom will feel even more distressed. Ah Kai, dad doesn't know how you live there, but when you come back home, feel free. No one will take care of these rituals with you. I'll take you to see your grandparents in two days. They miss you very much, too. "
Yin Fu took a look at Yin Rufeng, if he shook his head: "I want to eat with my mother."
Well, Yin Rufeng is really defeated by his son. He doesn't enter oil and salt. He has his own persistence and is very stubborn. He is in the same line with master Xia!
"What are you arguing about? Why doesn't ah Kai eat it? " Xia Yanxi's hair is still wet. She pastes it on her face and puts on her sleeping clothes. Looking at the noodles on the table, she says to Yin Rufeng, "Rufeng, the craftsmanship is growing. It's so fragrant."
"Why don't you blow dry your hair before it comes out? What if you catch a cold?" Yin Rufeng circles behind Xia Yanxi, takes the towel in her hand and gently wipes it for her: "you eat it, I'll help you blow dry your hair."
"No..." In the middle of Xia Yanxi's words, Yin Rufeng turns to look for a hair dryer, and smiles at her son's eyes. "What are you doing with your mother? Eat quickly."
"Oh." Yin Fukai bowed his head. His parents' feelings were very good, just like their uncles and aunts. They felt the same way when they were in the old house. His uncle was also worried about his aunt. In Yin Fukai's little psychology, the love of the elders was deeply rooted. This is the so-called moral education biography. Children growing up in the environment of parents' love are different.
"Wuwu..." Yin Rufeng didn't blow all of Xia Yanxi's hair dry. After half drying, he planned to let the rest dry naturally. Looking at the mother and son eating the noodles he cooked himself, nothing can compare their happiness.
"Is it delicious?" Yin Rufeng looks at Yin Fukai. He doesn't know his son's taste. He just cooks it according to his usual taste. He doesn't know whether his son likes it or not.
"Well." Yin Fu nodded his head. Even though he was eating a bowl of noodle soup, he still sat straight and didn't make any sound.
Not only inheriting Xia Heze's temperament, but also his temperament is very similar to Xia Yanchao's. Yin Rufeng feels that if his son's face is not his own, he really feels that his son is a member of the Xia family.
When they finish eating, Yin Rufeng cleans up the mess and goes to wash the dishes. Xia Yanxi wants to help, but he pulls him to the sofa to have a rest.
"Dad It seems different... " Yin Fukai looks at the busy Yin Rufeng in the kitchen.
In his memory, his father didn't impress him as much as his mother. His father was very busy with his work, and he had to work until night every day, but even so, it seemed that he would still go home every day.
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