In the past, some people would touch her little belly after she ate for fear that she would eat it, but now she is the only one, so she takes care of herself and touches her little belly, which is swollen and round.

After eating, he got up slowly, accustomed to the dark situation in front of him, and sat down again on the small bench with a little bit, and then swayed his short legs to wash his face.

Obviously, he eats a lot, several times that of his peers, and the ingredients are also quite nutritious, which is completely different from the food that just fills his stomach and has no nutrients, after so many days, he is still malnourished.

Especially when I get up every morning, it's the most uncomfortable.

I can only sigh in my heart, sure enough, the sequelae of the congenitally deficient baby's injury is difficult.

When she stepped on the small bench to draw water, she almost planted it, and after being startled, she reacted extremely quickly and grabbed the edge of the tank, there was not much water, and she couldn't drown her, but there was a high probability that she would get a cold, which made her already not very good physical condition worse.

Beat the water with palpitations, rub your little hands and face, and clean yourself up.

Later, she will sleep and rest, and by noon she will be a lively cub again.

Zhan Changran packed up the tableware early, squatted beside her, flipped flexibly with his big hands, and quickly pierced two small balls for her.

The little guy shook his head, and the two balls on his head were very strong, not scattered, but a little heavy.

Zhan Changran stretched out his big hand, took her into his arms, hugged her, got up and walked outside.

As soon as he went out, the cold wind made the child shiver and went straight into his arms, and the muffled little milk voice came out of his arms like bubbles: "I don't want to go out, I want to sleep, I'm so tired." ”

As soon as Zhan Changran stepped out of the courtyard door, before he could speak, he saw a radish head running over, and asked him first: "Uncle Shi is good." ”

Then he looked at the little back in his arms and asked anxiously and loudly, "Did you see my little Huahua?" ”

Little Radish Head is a child in the village, and occasionally plays with Yiyue, and Little Huahua is a little milk dog he raises, with two small meat wings, and I heard that he can fly when he grows up.

Xiaohuahua has just been weaned not long now, Meat Dundun is very cute, whoever calls it comes, especially affectionate to children, Yiyue has also played with Xiaohuahua several times, and it is not angry if it accidentally pulls off its tail hair.

The originally uncomfortable dango struggled to cheer up, and his little furry head grew out of the adult's broad chest, and he circled his hands into a small horn and replied to him: "I just got up, I didn't see it, it played with Aaron yesterday morning." ”

"I know, Aaron sent it back at the time, and then it ran away and didn't come back overnight, and I had to find it." The boy hurriedly finished speaking, and continued to run, shouting loudly as he ran, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"You should be safe when you enter the woods!" Izuki shouted at his back.

"Got it!" The little boy didn't turn his head, but answered from afar.

"You're having a good time with them." Zhan Changran seemed to be smiling.

Isn't that, they love to hear her tell the story of Snow White falling in love with the ugly duckling! She started up, and many children have modified the story into the story of potatoes, glutinous rice, pumpkin, tomatoes, bananas, apples, wheat, turning into dwarves and helping Snow White practice her cooking skills to defeat the kitchen god stepmother.

The magic has changed so much that you can't see the story as it is.

"Dad, if you want to play with them too, I'll just take you with me, they won't refuse, don't be afraid." Yi Yue said in a serious way that it would not be a problem to pull a bigger person into the children's big story.

The captain was silent for a moment, "This doesn't have to be. ”

The spirit soon ran away like a balloon, and the little one wilted into his arms again, and kept muttering, "Daddy, I'm not feeling well, I want to sleep." ”