Leng Yicheng glanced at him before taking a bite.

In the next second, his little face turned flat, and he ran directly to hug the trash can and vomit out.

"It's not tasty"

Looking at his son's aggrieved little face, he smiled coldly and said calmly, "(quite tǐng) delicious"

"No, you liar" Leng Yicheng hurriedly hugged the water cup and rinsed his mouth, and felt better after a while.

I don't know what grandpa put in it, it's disgusting.

"It's just a little salty" Seeing his son's grievances in the cold weather, his heart (sentiment) is very good.

"It still stinks"

Leng Yicheng tightly twisted his little brows, very aggrieved, looking at him, his eyes were wet.

Leng Tian chuckled, "That's just salted fish"

I don't know what the old man's habits are, he likes to put salted dried fish in them when making steamed buns.

Leng Yicheng puffed out his little face angrily.

Leng Tianfeng's eyes turned, glanced at him, and said lightly, "I just told you that it was not delicious."

"Hmph" Leng Yicheng shook his head, and the old man with a pouting mouth could hang an oil bottle.

Leng Tian touched his nose and reached out to touch his head, but was glared at by his son.

Leng Yicheng ducked aside.

Leng Tian shook his head with a smile, glanced at the chicken soup, and said, "Let's see if the chicken soup is cold."

Leng Yicheng glanced at him, still angry that he had just lied to him, but the small (body shēn) board still moved to the coffee table.

Sitting in a wheelchair on a cold day, his gaze moving with his son's (body shēn) board.

Leng Yicheng glanced at him secretly before reaching out and touching the edge of the bowl.

When he found that it was not hot, he drank his bowl and ate it.

Seeing that his son was in a hurry to eat, Leng Tian said in a deep voice, "Eat slowly, don't burn it." ”

"Not hot" and good things to eat, the little guy's anger disappears quickly.

Leng Tian hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a touch of pampering, "Take it, I'll taste it"

Leng Yicheng put down his bowl, carefully picked up his bowl and handed it to him, "Daddy, be careful, it's still a little hot."

"Hmm" Leng Tian's voice was soft, he took the bowl, took a spoonful and blew it, and tasted it under the gaze of his son.

"Hee-hee, isn't it delicious" Leng Yicheng's eyes were shining, and he looked at him without blinking.

Leng Tian glanced at the happy little guy, bowed slightly, took another spoonful and blew it, and fed it to his mouth.

"You drink, Daddy doesn't like to drink this"

Leng Yicheng chirped, and his eyes widened.

"But this is for you to make up for (身shēn)."

The little hand took the spoon in his hand, and Leng Yicheng also took a spoonful, blew it a few times, and fed it to his mouth.

"Drink it"

The son is still a little domineering.

Leng Tian raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and drank it.

"Hmph, you still want me to feed you" Leng Yicheng (奶nǎi) (奶nǎi) angrily reprimanded.

The corners of Leng Tian's mouth twitched.

"When you are sick, I also feed you, and when I am injured, shouldn't you be filial to me?"

Leng Yicheng's small brows frowned slightly, tilting his head to think not to mention how much (love) he nodded and understood.

"Then I'll feed you, lest you say I'm taking advantage of you"

Leng Tian couldn't cry or laugh, and rubbed his head with his big hand.

"When did I say you took advantage of me"

"You must have said it in your heart" Leng Yicheng pursed the corners of his mouth, and took another spoonful of chicken soup to feed Leng Tian.

Seeing the chicken (肉 ròu) in the spoon, Leng Tian twisted his sword eyebrows and only drank the soup and did not eat it (肉 ròu).

"Why don't you eat (meat ròu)" Leng Yicheng looked at his father in confusion.

"(Meat ròu) for you to eat"

Leng Tian looked at his son with a smile on his eyebrows.