"Eat, it's sweet." Zhou Xiaoting nodded and smiled with bent eyes, as if eating sugar was not medicine.

"He is sick and has no taste in his mouth, so he likes to drink these expensive and unnutritious things." Zhou Qingsong takes the child, what do you ask of the child.

If you don't get sick, don't mess with him.

"If you have a fever, drink more boiled water." Xiao Yezi just opened his mouth to say a word.

Zhou Qingsong suddenly felt that he was about to be trained by Xiao Yezi again, and hurriedly interrupted Xiao Yezi's words, and explained at a super fast speed, "I know that I have to drink more boiled water if I have a fever, but he thinks that the water has no taste, so if he doesn't drink it, he has to drink it, and I can't help it." ”

"If you don't have a taste, you can add some sugar, and if you want to drink a drink, you will be beaten if you don't behave." Xiao Yezi responded.

Zhou Xiaoting, who was about to be beaten if he didn't behave, looked at Xiao Yezi in a daze with the drink that came to him.

"What are you looking at me like that?" Xiao Yezi stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhou Xiaoting's head, "Drink more boiling water in the afternoon, sleep well, and come to my house for dinner with your father." ”

Zhou Xiaoting came back to his senses at this time, and muttered in a small voice, "Adults are all coaxing children, beat it, give a candy, and you will fool the child, don't think that if you invite me to eat a meal, I won't remember that you instigated my father to beat me." ”

"Really? Then you won't come at night? Xiao Yezi asked amusedly.

Zhou Xiaoting's little nose wrinkled, "Is there meat?" ”

"Yes." Xiao Yezi nodded.

"Then I'll barely give you face." After speaking, Zhou Xiaoting drank the drink that his father didn't finish drinking.

Before Xiao Yezi came in, he was still holding a small sip and inhaling, and he was very reluctant to drink it in one go.

Now, he was afraid that if he didn't finish it quickly, he would be taken away by his father at the instigation of Xiao Yezi.

"Then I'm going to sleep." Zhou Xiaoting put the empty bottle on the table and wrapped it in the quilt.

Because the construction site has been really busy recently, and Zhou Qingsong doesn't have much money on him, he really wants to make more money while there is work on the construction site, so he knew that Xiao Yezi was there in the afternoon, so Zhou Qingsong asked Xiao Yezi to help pay more attention to Zhou Xiaoting, and explained to Zhou Xiaoting that he had something to call Xiao Yezi in the yard, and Zhou Qingsong went out to work.

Zhou Xiaoting is not a noisy child.

Sick and sleepy, he slept until more than five o'clock before waking up, after waking up, thinking of Zhou Qingsong's words before falling asleep, he went to the yard, but he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived in the yard, he smelled a very fragrant smell.

"Teacher Xiao! Mr. Xiao! Zhou Xiaoting stood in the courtyard and shouted at the top of his voice, but he didn't hear Xiao Yezi answer him, Zhou Xiaoting changed his way again, and directly called Xiao Yezi's name, "Xiao Yezi!" Xiao Yezi! ”

Xiao Yezi, who was in the kitchen, couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, and hurriedly responded to him, "I'm in the kitchen." ”

Then, from the courtyard next door, Zhou Xiaoting's milky voice asked, "What are you cooking?" Can I go to your house and smell it? ”

It's clever.

Xiao Yezi walked out of the kitchen with a smile, went to the door, and picked up Zhou Xiaoting, who was jumping up.

"Woke up? Can you jump? Is the fever better? Xiao Yezi held Zhou Xiaoting's little hand, and Zhou Xiaoting was the same when he grew up.

When you're in a good mood, call her Aunt Xiao.

When she provoked Mao, she kept calling her Xiao Yezi.

Seeing the time, Xiang Ang and Zhou Qingsong were about to get off work, so Xiao Yezi didn't lock the door.

At six o'clock, Xiang Ang arrived, and when he saw the door open, he led the car in, and when he entered the door, he smelled the fragrance before he saw anyone. This fragrance immediately dispelled the feeling of loss that he had come out of his empty home.