When the little meat bun saw someone come out, he looked at them with dark and bright eyes.

"I've seen Your Highness." The ministers stepped forward one by one and saluted.

Xiao Baozi stood up with a fleshy little body, stretched the face of Xiao like Feng Jiuchuan, and seemed to return the salute, and the standard posture made several ministers look at it and praise it.

When Gonggong Xiao came out, he saw this scene and saw that his heart and liver were soft.

Sure enough, he has the demeanor of his father.

Ye Ziqi followed behind him, how to look at it and think that this was the Q version of Feng Jiuchuan.

Why don't they all look like her?

Ye Ziqi was fascinated, and he still had some resentment.

At this time, the little meat bun entered the inner hall with small short legs and went straight to Feng Jiuchuan.

"Father, you must be hungry after being busy for so long. Eat. ”

The little meat bun shoved the pastry in his hand into his mouth.

Ye Ziqi looked at the show after seeing the pastries that he pinched into a lump.

Gonggong Xiao looked at the piece of pastry in the little master's hand that he had pinched out of shape, and was about to open his mouth to relieve the emperor, when he saw the emperor open his mouth and eat it.

"Father, you take a break for tea."

Then, Xiao Baozi stood aside and supervised him, and when he saw that he was about to write, he pulled his sleeve and stared at him with innocent eyes.

Xiao Rou Baozi tried hard to prove to Ye Ziqi that he really came to see his father, not to escape.

Well, the little meat bun still remembers the tower that was knocked out by one of his own sneezes.

Feng Jiuchuan was very helpless, glanced at someone who was standing aside and watching the play, as if he had thought of something, and hugged the little guy to his lap, "Father taught you to write three words." ”

Little Bun waited obediently.

I saw Feng Jiuchuan write three words on the rice paper - 'small meat bun'.

The little meat bun looked at the three unknown words curiously, tilted his little head, and asked silently.

Feng Jiuchuan pointed to the first word, "This one reads 'small'." ”

The little meat bun read along, "Small." ”

"This reads 'meat.'"

"Meat." Reading with a milky voice.

"The last one reads 'package'."

"Package." Read along.

Feng Jiuchuan asked, "How do you read it together?" ”

The little meat bun said happily: "It's a little meat bun." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Meatbao was stunned, and always felt that something was wrong.

This, this, isn't this the name that Sister Yun helped her choose!

He thought his father was going to teach him how to write his name.

Why teach small meat buns!

Feng Jiuchuan's deep voice revealed a hint of ridicule, "This name was chosen for you by your mother." She said that after you were born, you must have been a lump of meat, so your nickname is Little Meat Bun. ”

The little meat bun looked at Feng Jiuchuan pitifully, "What if I'm skinny?" ”

"I also asked your mother this question. Your mother said that she will feed you into meat. Feng Jiuchuan glanced at Ye Ziqi and began to fool a simple little meat bun.

Alas, only his nickname in the world will be called Little Meat Bun!

The little meat bun is very resentful.

Sister Yun likes to call him a little meat bun, and even her mother likes to call him.

"Ugh." The little meat bun sighed heavily, with a little look of 'you are helpless', "Since my mother said it, let's call it a little meat bun." ”

Small Meat Buns: ...... (Woo, he doesn't seem to have the right to refuse.) ）

Feng Jiuchuan looked down at his son's fleshy little face, coupled with his little complaining appearance, it was really a cute meat bun.

Ye Ziqi on the side heard his words and widened his eyes.

Slander, this is definitely the slander of Chiguoguo.