The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 157

[157. Chapter 157]

“Master, over in the small kitchen, the food is ready, but now it’s time to set it up?” Gui Momo hugged Chengqing into the house, just in time to pass a message to the girl she met on the way.

“Dad.” Cheng Qing was happy when he saw Zong Zhenglin, and his little hands stretched out to hug him.

Mu Xiyao didn’t hear Xiaobu’s call, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she immediately walked over to hold Zong Zhenglin’s arm, secretly preventing him from holding Chengqing in his arms.

“Don’t be in a hurry to set the meal for now, bring Chengqing’s meal up first.” Today, I want to teach the little thing to eat by himself. After feeding him, it’s not too late to set the meal.

“Mother, take Chengqing to the wooden chair and sit down, and clean his hands by the way.” The

two of them were clearly there, and the little thing called Zong Zhenglin so happy. Can’t care. This bug needs to be corrected. If you don’t raise a mother who has milk, it’s better to give him a shot when he is a child.

Zong Zhenglin understood what she meant, and just went over to pat Chengqing’s head, instead of taking someone to play with him as usual, he turned around and sat down at the round table, and Mu Xiyao personally served Jingshou.

It was the first time that the little bun was left hanging by his own father, and his mouth was shriveled. “Niangniang.”

Mu Xiyao handed the square scarf to Zong Zhenglin and walked over to kiss and kiss her face, only to be more satisfied.

Children need to be polite from a young age, otherwise they will be disgusting when they grow up. There are many elders in the palace who can call people in their mouths, so that they can be liked and give more protection.

“Chengqing has to remember that when he met his ancestor and grandfather in the palace, he had to call someone first.” The

little bun remembered the two of them clearly in Mu Xiyao’s mouth. When he heard that it was someone he knew, there was a chorus of voices. called up. That appearance was the same as Mu Xiyao taught him to recognize pictures.

Well, this is when she is playing with him. Mu Xiyao’s black line. Raising a son is really annoying.

Zong Zhenglin watched her mother-in-law talk together, and the corners of his lips gradually showed a smile.

Since Chengqing is so small, Mu Xiyao insists on teaching rules. She herself is the most disobedient, but she wants her son to learn the rules and be sensible.

“Chengqing is good, I will learn to eat by myself from now on.” Mu Xiyao pinched the little bun’s tender face, but as expected, she was said by Mrs. Zhao, “Master, this child’s cheek can’t be rubbed, it’s not good if it is broken.”

“Yes . Yes, mammy, if you just say that you will drool, it’s okay, what’s bad or bad.” She can squeeze out a little boy who doesn’t drool.

Mama Zhao is helpless, the words of the master are really indecent. The little master was told by his mother like this, and when he grew up, how could he not be ashamed? Looking at the Sixth Highness, whose brows were soft and unknowingly different, Grandma Zhao couldn’t help sighing.

Hey, this one is still the same as before, just watching from the side, rarely intervening in Master Yao’s upbringing of his son. It’s a pity that Concubine Shu didn’t know about it, otherwise, she couldn’t let these two masters just take care of her precious grandson.

Mu Xiyao asked someone to bring a small wooden bowl and spoon specially prepared for Cheng Qing, handed it to him, and patiently taught him to hold it tightly. It took a lot of work after that to let Xiao Baozi understand that this new thing is not for him to beat and play, but to eat and use.

As long as any new thing starts, it will gradually become more and more convenient. Cheng Qing is already smart, and if he imitates Mu Xiyao’s movements, he will learn two or three points in no time.

Grandma took a slightly larger porcelain bowl and poured some rice paste with vegetable juice into his bowl one by one, watching the little master stumbling and delivering rice to her mouth, although her face was covered in paste, at least it was After eating it, I was overjoyed for a while.

Master Yao’s idea is really weird. So early to add a staple food to the little master, except for two meals a day for breastfeeding as usual, the rest of the time is either rice batter and egg custard, or vegetable juice. Fortunately, the little master is obedient, not only does not make a fuss, but now he has learned to eat by himself. Such a small milk baby, so smart, this is something that has never been heard in the capital city.

“Baby Chengqing is the best.” Mu Xiyao achieved his goal, and praised the little bun without hesitation. He kissed his little face, and he was so happy that he was so happy.

Since Chengqing was born, Zong Zhenglin has watched his son be coaxed by Mu Xiyao all the way, and now he can sit on the chair obediently and learn to eat. The corners of his mouth brought a smile.

This woman is not used to Cheng Qing at all, and her upbringing is also very appropriate. In addition to being more squeamish, Mu Xiyao is a good room for IKEA.

After bothering to teach Chengqing to eat, and seeing that he was full, Mu Xiyao called her grandmother to hold him to digest and walk for a while.

He turned around and asked Huilan to set the meal, and pushed the small altar of sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus to Zong Zhenglin. “Please, Your Highness, to open the seal.” She was afraid that she would not be able to control her strength.

Zong Zhenglin took over, and went to tie the rope slowly, the whole mask was uncovered, and the aroma of wine diffused in an instant.

Mu Xiyao stared blankly at the big boss’s every move, and there was a thought in his mind: He was slandered again!

Grandma’s, who said the wine jar was slapped open? I haven’t seen her family man, so I just worked hard like this, making it neat and skilled.

“Jiaojiao doesn’t pour the wine?” Why are you staring at the wine jar so foolishly?

Mu Xiyao recovered, embarrassed and smiled. Fortunately, fortunately, she didn’t do it herself. Mu Xiyao could imagine how she would be a blockbuster in front of the boss with such a sturdy slap in front of the boss, and she would not be able to come down from the stage.

Pour over half a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus brew for Zong Zhenglin, Mu Xiyao stared at the person closely, without blinking, just waiting for the boss to give a rating.

This is made by her own hands. Although she is a novice, she has a poor grasp of the degree, but she should also encourage it, right? If the Sixth Highness dislikes it, from now on, it is better for her to stay in the study.

“How?” Mu Xiyao asked. If it wasn’t for the big boss not letting her drink alcohol, she wouldn’t have to wait for him to react in such a hurry.

Zong Zhenglin looked at her with a look of anticipation, deliberately slowed down his movements, slowly took a sip and closed his eyes to reminisce.

After a while, he said, “Not quite satisfactory.”

His Highness Sixth Highness bowed his head, but there was no admiration in his expression, and he was rather reluctant. The fan of the money, Mu Xiyao was gnashing his teeth.

Although he didn’t have any hope, and he could do it to his satisfaction in one go, does it need to be such a direct blow to people’s confidence? Mu Xiyao said it nicely, but she didn’t do anything to make people hate her, but she changed her attention when things came to an end.

As soon as the petty temper comes up, can you not irritate people with some bad ideas?

Stinky men don’t know how to appreciate, do they? it is good! She will give it to those who appreciate it to taste slowly.

“Your Highness doesn’t feel good?” Xiao Xiang was aggrieved, clasped his fingers and lowered his eyes.

Zong Zhenglin held back his laughter and continued to tease, “Jiaojiao, don’t be discouraged, be more careful next time, and you will be able to do better.”

Next time? And next time it will be weird! Mu Xiyao is arrogant and charming, and my aunt will not serve her anymore!

“How about a taste of crab meat, Your Highness? If this wine doesn’t suit your taste, would your concubine ask someone to replace it?” While peeling the crab for Zong Zhenglin, Mu Xiyao peeked at Mo Lan, and Mu Xiyao smiled brightly.

[End of This Chapter]