With the advent of summer and the rise in temperature, the bean children began to eat and drink nonsense again, and enjoyed any drinks and cold drinks without moderation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and the direct consequence of such "indulgence" is that the body can't bear it, and the eldest aunt is not happy.

Yesterday I was supposed to go to school for evening self-study, but because of stomach pain to vomit, I couldn't eat the dinner I made, and I vomited a little ginger syrup I drank, and it didn't stop until about 10:00 in the evening, and I cooked ginger porridge and added a little salt to the child to eat a bowl.

The little pot friend is 1.72 tall, unwell, and squeaks and whimpers: "I don't want to grow up, I want my mother to hug me." ”

"Hahaha! You're so big, where can I hold you?" I laughed.

Seeing that the child was uncomfortable, while feeling distressed, he couldn't help but nag: "When will you grow up? You know that this is not good, but you still eat and drink? You look at the physical fitness that your mother has cultivated for you, you can spoil it, think about how harmful things you eat and drink? How many toxins do you eat? If you continue like this, if your body really goes bad, what will you do if you tell your mother? Can't you control your mouth? Don't you regret being so uncomfortable?"

"What's the use of regretting, and you can't pull out everything you eat?" muttered the little pot friend.

"Then you have to eat a trench to grow a wisdom, you can't repeat this kind of injury over and over again, I'm worried that if you go on like this, you'll end up with a problem, once a month like this, where can your body stand it?"

"I can't help it! I can't help it when I see something delicious!" said the bean kid coquettishly, leaning his furry head against my chest.

"You have to take care of your mouth, if you can't do it, you have a hard and fast rule, you can drink at most once a week, and you can't eat cold drinks for a summer, okay?" I coaxed.

"Well, I'll try. "The little pot friend still looks careless.

Alas, this Madahar child is a real thing, but I am really worried that this kind of injury will really damage the body.

I got up early in the morning, baked bread, heated porridge, asked my little pot friend to get up and eat, and galloped all the way to school.

A person has finally raised a child, and at this time next year, she and I should be liberated, and the vast sky belonging to the child will also be opened, and only deep blessings accompany the child.