"Nope." Wen Zichen smiled and grabbed Zhao Qingyan's hand: "Chen'er is very obedient today. ”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and sniffed, and asked, "My mother is so fragrant, did my mother make something delicious?" Is there a share of Chen'er? ”

After crossing over, Zhao Qingyan innovated from time to time to subvert Wen Zichen's taste buds. By now, Wen Zichen is completely accustomed to this, and he is happy to taste those new products.

There is no way, Zhao Qingyan's craftsmanship is good, and people can't help but eat a little more, a little more. If it weren't for Zhao Qingyan's otherworldly cooking skills, Wen Zichen wouldn't have gained weight so quickly.

"Why don't you have your share, you are my mother's baby."

Zhao Qingyan said, took out the food box like a trick, and shook it in front of Wen Zichen. The aroma of the cake seeped out along the cracks in the food box, filling Wen Zichen's nose.

Wen Zichen stretched out his hands and jumped up to get the food box: "It's so fragrant, I want to taste it!" ”

Zhao Qingyan poked Wen Zichen's head and raised the food box to prevent him from touching it: "Do you want to eat?" ”

Seeing it but not being able to eat it, Wen Zichen pursed his mouth, shook Zhao Qingyan's hand, and sold Meng softly: "If you want to eat, my mother is the best, I will definitely give Zichen something to eat, right?" The mother is the number one beauty in the capital, and the beauty and kindness of the people will definitely not let Zichen not be able to eat it, right? ”

Zhao Qingyan smiled with satisfaction, opened the food box and took out a piece of cake for him: "Since the baby is so sensible, let's give the baby a taste." ”

Wen Zichen smelled the fragrance, his saliva almost flowed down, and when he saw the shape of the cake again, he couldn't help but move his index finger and ate it.

Soon, a cake was eaten by him.

"Is it delicious?" Zhao Qingyan looked at his expression, although he already knew the answer, he still wanted to ask. I thought this would satisfy some of her thoughts.

Wen Zichen licked the syrup on his hands, smacked his lips again, looked at Zhao Qingyan, and said aggrievedly: "Mother, is there anything else?" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Zhao Qingyan to speak, he hugged Zhao Qingyan's body: "Well, I haven't eaten enough, mother, I still want to eat." ”

Looking at Wen Zichen's appearance, Zhao Qingyan burst out laughing.

Zhao Qingyan looked at the sky and said to Wen Zichen: "Don't you rush to meet Zhuangzi today, okay?" My mother will take you to make a few new sets of clothes. ”

Looking at Wen Zichen's old clothes, Zhao Qingyan felt a little uncomfortable. It's been so long, and she hasn't bought a single dress for Wen Zichen.

Thinking about what happened to this child before, Zhao Qingyan sighed, fortunately, she crossed over, otherwise, I don't know how much suffering she would have to suffer.

"Okay, but why should my mother sigh?" Wen Zichen blinked a pair of wet eyes and shook her arm: "Is there something upset about my mother?" ”

Zhao Qingyan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just remembered some of the past." ”

After speaking, he took Wen Zichen's hand and walked towards the famous brocade workshop in the capital.

At this time, there are not many people in the brocade workshop. After Zhao Qingyan went, he stood at the counter, comparing and choosing a few fabrics suitable for Wen Zichen.

Wen Zichen obediently followed behind Zhao Qingyan, and his pleasing appearance made the shopkeeper happy: "Do you want to make clothes for this little boy?" ”

Zhao Qingyan nodded and said, "Yes, but I don't know what kind of fabric to pick for him." ”

The shopkeeper looked at Wen Zichen, got up and picked out a few pieces of fabric: "The little boy is born with thin skin, and if you wear these pieces of cloth, you will look richer." ”

Looking at the few pieces of fabric, Wen Zichen frowned, as if he wanted to say something.

"Zichen doesn't like it?" Zhao Qingyan noticed his expression, squatted down and said, "Zichen can choose by himself." ”

Wen Zichen approached Zhao Qingyan and whispered, "Let's change some, these fabrics look expensive." ”

In his memory, Zhao Qingyan had never bought himself such expensive materials. Although he didn't understand, he knew that this material was only worn by wealthy families in the capital.

And their family, obviously, can't afford to wear it. He didn't want his mother to treat her harshly for the sake of his clothes.

Hearing this, Zhao Qingyan laughed, picked out three pieces of cloth and asked, "Zichen, how about these three pieces of cloth?" Do you like it? You just say you like it or not, and you don't have to think about the rest. ”

This kid is good at everything, but he doesn't know what the concept of having a banquet is.

As Yanqing's boss, she can still buy good clothes for her son.

Wen Zichen bit his lip, nodded, and answered softly.

The shopkeeper saw all this in his eyes, and secretly praised the child's sensibility: "The little boy is a talent, and he will definitely be able to get ahead in the future and make great achievements." ”

"Thank you, that's a good word for you." Zhao Qingyan accepted the shopkeeper's praise, and checked the quality of the fabric back and forth: "Shopkeeper, just these three pieces of cloth." ”

"Madame, these three horses are the best materials in our brocade workshop, neither flashy nor too quiet." The shopkeeper smiled and wrote it down, and walked over with a ruler: "The little boy comes here, and he wants to measure himself." ”

Walking out of the brocade workshop, Zhao Qingyan bought two strings of sugar gourds for Wen Zichen and himself. After all, he was still a child, and it was easy to be in a good mood and laugh.

Zhao Qingyan looked at Wen Zichen's unopened face with a smile, and was opening his mouth to bite a red hawthorn fruit. The peaceful scene made Zhao Qingyan feel unreal for some reason.

took a bite of the sugar gourd, the taste is not as delicious as modern ones, but because of Wen Zichen's company, it seems to be much warmer than modern ones.

Holding Wen Zichen's hand, he wandered around the street, occasionally exclaiming for a novelty at a stall, or buying some snacks that seemed to be appetizing.

"Zichen Zichen!" Zhao Qingyan pointed to the sugar man in the hand of an old man and said, "This is so powerful, do you want it?" ”

"I want a mother! Huh? No, then I'm not going to eat my mother? Wen Zichen stared at the sugar man and said, "Then I still want a kitten!" ”

Zhao Qingyan lit Wen Zichen's eyebrows: "Little guy, do you still want to eat your mother?" Bad boy, believe it or not, tomorrow my mother doesn't want you! ”

"Oh don't!" Wen Zichen hugged Zhao Qingyan's arm: "Mother, you can't want me!" Without Zichen, who makes you happy, isn't it! ”

The sun set, and the warm orange light shone on Zhao Qingyan and Wen Zichen, making this scene more harmonious.

Wen Zichen turned his head, looked at Zhao Qingyan's face, and slightly hooked the corners of his lips. The sweet and sour sugar gourd in the mouth seems to be more delicious.

Next to it, there was an old lady who was about to get out of the car. Zhao Qingyan looked at the old lady and seemed to be a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

She has been reborn until now, and it seems that she has only seen so many people, and it is really unusual to see a familiar person.