His father?

All the eyes of the people in the kitchen were busy looking.

Nan Minxing also felt a little speechless, hurriedly shrank down, and glanced at Su Zhaoning cautiously.

Su Zhaoning continued to hum as if he hadn't found anything.

This person, how can he be so shameless!

She clearly said that she was wrong, and she still hummed along with herself, as if nothing had happened just now.

What's even more hateful is that she actually hummed a song and didn't make a mistake!

Nan Minxing secretly clenched his fists, and there was a cloud of anger in his heart.

This anger was even greater after the food in the steamer came out.

I saw that the two butterfly rolls on the plate were very beautiful, but what was even more beautiful than the butterfly rolls was the little rabbit.

When Su Zhaoning pinched, Nan Minxing thought badly: The pinching is good, it will definitely be ugly when it is steamed, see how he makes fun of it!

Who would have thought that after this little rabbit was steamed, it did get bigger, but it was a fat, more cute rabbit.

Nan Minxing picked up the chopsticks and saw Su Zhaoning's chopsticks stretched out towards the little rabbit.

"Thank you, mother!" He called sweetly.

Su Zhaoning nodded, and then put the little rabbit in his mouth.

It's not in a bowl, it's just in your mouth. He also bit off a rabbit ear in one bite.

Nan Minxing's eyes began to sour.

He asked aggrievedly, "Isn't my mother the rabbit she made for me?" ”

"Didn't Min Xing say that he wanted to eat butterfly rolls?" Su Zhaoning asked suspiciously. She also turned around and asked Poria and Baizhu, "What did the little young master say to eat?" ”

Poria smiled and replied, "The little master is talking about butterfly rolls." ”

Bai Zhu called the little cook over and asked again: "Did you hear that the little master was talking about eating butterfly rolls?" ”

The little cook didn't know why, and replied truthfully: "Yes." The little master doesn't eat lotus rolls, he wants to eat butterfly rolls. ”

Nan Minxing sniffed and watched as the rabbit was bitten off by Su Zhaoning.

The butterfly roll could no longer whet his appetite.

"I'm not eating!" Nam Minxing willfully put the chopsticks back on the table.

Su Zhaoning finished eating the rabbit completely before putting down the chopsticks. She instructed the cook: "These two butterfly rolls are for the little master to eat, and they have been hot on the stove." When he wants to eat it, he can bring it over at any time. ”

Nan Minxing's eyes blinked twice, and tears almost fell.

He looked at Su Zhaoning with a pair of teary eyes, and shouted in a milky voice: "Mother." ”

Su Zhaoning responded and stretched out his hand to Nan Minxing: "Is Minxing full?" When we're full, let's go back to our room. My mother wants to practice calligraphy. ”

Did I eat? What do I eat?

Nan Minxing suspected that this Mrs. Dingyuan Marquis was blind. He didn't even move any chopsticks, so he said he was full.

He's almost full.

"Mother, do you still cook for me at noon?" Nan Minxing bit his lip and asked pitifully.

Su Zhaoning took Nan Minxing's hand and pulled him out of the kitchen directly.

"Of course. But now we're going to practice calligraphy. ”

We?

Nan Minxing's eyes widened with watery peach blossom eyes.

Su Zhaoning led him directly to Nan Huaixin's study.

"Baizhu, you go and move a higher stool." Su Zhaoning commanded.

After finishing speaking, she let go of Nan Minxing's hand and walked to the bookcase.

Spread out a piece of rice paper completely, and spread another one side by side.

Su Zhaoning said to Nan Min: "Come, my mother will teach you to write." ”

If you don't eat, who wants to write.

Nan Minxing didn't move, winked at Su Zhaoning twice and replied, "Mother, Minxing can write." ”

"You will, then write a 'Han envoy welcomes me with four peysters, who knows about Hu'er' to show your mother." Su Zhaoning took out a wolf pen from the pen holder and handed it to Nan Minxing.

"Han Shiyin, I ...... in the West" Nan Minxing's eyes widened, and he recounted Su Zhaoning's ancient poem with a few words.

What kind of ancient poem is this, he has never heard of it at all!

Su Zhaoning beckoned to Nan Minxing with a smile, and said gently: "It's 'the Han envoy welcomes me with four peysters, who knows about Hu'er's." Come, Niang Nian, Min Xing wrote it to her mother. ”

"Han envoy ......" Su Zhaoning slowed down, ready to read it again.

Nan Minxing raised his hand in surrender: "Mother, I won't." ”

"It doesn't matter, come, mother will teach you." Su Zhaoning stood up and walked away from the bookcase.

She led Nam Minxing to the bookcase. Because of the high bookcase, she carried Nam Minxing to the stool and stood, and then taught him to write.

"The Han envoy welcomes me." Su Zhaoning wrote the first half of the sentence first.

Then she handed the pen to Nan Minxing: "Minxing knows how to write, and transcribed it for my mother to see." ”

He knows how to write, and he is less than three years old.

Nan Minxing looked at the last two words in despair.

These two words are the same as ink in his eyes.

What is this?

Nam Minxing, who was a little hungry, thought depressedly.

Su Zhaoning was very patient, personally held Nan Minxing's hand, and took him to write stroke by stroke.

"Han envoys, not Han poems. To welcome me means to pick me up. Su Zhaoning explained while teaching him to write.

Nan Minxing, who refused to admit defeat, said in a muffled voice: "I know." ”

This explanation is simply a slap in the face. Slap him in the face with the "I will" phrase earlier.

Nan Minxing felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and his face was even more uncomfortable.

Su Zhaoning let go of Nan Minxing's hand, looked at him gently, and smiled: "Minxing is really smart. Then what do you mean by telling your mother? ”

"The Han envoy welcomes me." Su Zhaoning's slender finger pointed at the sentence she had just written.

Nam Minxing's tears were about to fall.

He said that he understood the meaning of "welcome me", which does not mean that he understands the whole sentence!

These last two words, he has never seen at all!

"Minxing is very smart, come, don't be modest, tell your mother." Su Zhaoning looked at Nan Minxing with an encouraging expression.

Nan Minxing's hand holding the wolf pen trembled, and a sentence was squeezed out from between his teeth: "I don't know." ”

"How is it possible, my Min Xing is so smart, how can he not even understand this sentence." Su Zhaoning was shocked and looked at Nan Minxing in disbelief.

It seems that Nan Minxing can't answer, it's really a very humiliating thing.

Nan Minxing, who was angry, couldn't bear it anymore, he put the pen on the rice paper and pointed to the Poria below.

"So what do you mean by asking her to explain? Does she know? Minxing Nam asked.

Su Zhaoning picked up the rice paper on the bookcase, blew it, and then turned it around to face Poria Cocos.

She instructed, "Poria cocos, you explain the meaning of this sentence to the little young master." ”

Poria stepped forward to take a look, and then said to Su Zhaoning: "Please also ask Mrs. Rong Nuwen to explain the two sentences together." ”

"The Han envoy greeted me with four oysters, and this ancient poem should be read together with the second half of the poem. The Han envoy greeted me with four peonies, and who knew about Hu'er's number. This whole verse speaks of a mother who is about to be separated from her son. Although the chariot that greeted the mother was rich and the horses were strong, in the mother's heart, there was only the cry of the child. ”

"It's the way a horse walks endlessly. The slave felt that this poem, borrowing the majesty of the horse, hinted at the beauty of the mother's place. But the mother's heart is still in the son, which shows the heart of a mother. Poria replied.

Her heart was actually beating fast. This line of poetry was only written by Miss last night, and she asked her and Baizhu about it.

Baizhu can barely answer a sentence or two, but he doesn't know half a word.

The young lady immediately explained, and she reluctantly memorized it.

In fact, when she first saw this poem, Poria was not sure. But when she saw the last two words, Poria felt that it must be right.

After all, these two words, she is still so strange and unrecognizable.

After saying these words, Poria secretly peeked at her master's expression.

Seeing Su Zhaoning nodded, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Poria was right. This sentence is actually better read in relation to the whole poem. Su Zhaoning walked back to the bookcase, picked up the wolf pen thrown by Nan Minxing, and continued to write, "Who knows about Hu'er?" At this time of life and death with me, I am worried that the sun will not shine, and I will return with my wings. One step at a time, it is difficult to move, and the soul disappears and the love remains. ”

Looking at the words written by Su Zhaoning, I don't know more. Nan Minxing hurriedly stopped: "Mother, Minxing is wrong. Min Xing doesn't know how to speak. My mother will teach me sentence by sentence. ”

Su Zhaoning raised his head and glanced at Nan Minxing, his eyes without his previous expectations. This calm gaze made Nan Minxing a little embarrassed, but he was also relieved.

She remembered that she was young. Nan Minxing thought to himself.

He was already very young! Even though Mama has been teaching him like an adult, he is still a child.

Su Zhaoning wrote the ancient poem again on another piece of paper: "The Han envoy welcomes me with four peysters, who knows about Hu'er's number?" ”

"The meaning of this poem, has Min Xing remembered? The separation of mother and son is the most painful thing in the world. Even if the mother is prosperous and rich in the future, she will never forget the cry of her child. Su Zhaoning looked up at Nan Minxing in front of her, and she asked him, "Minxing, do you understand?" A child without a mother does not know how many bumps and hardships he will have to suffer. ”

Nan Minxing didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, tried to think about it, and replied: "What my mother means is that even if I have a good life, it is my son who is more important to be a mother." Right? ”

Su Zhaoning nodded and praised sincerely: "Minxing is very smart. That's what Niang means. ”

When Nan Minxing received this compliment, the previous frustration suddenly faded, and his face was proud.

A child's eyes are another mouth to express his thoughts.

Nan Minxing's openness at this time couldn't be hidden.

A child less than three years old, in an unfamiliar environment, mentions his mother, but there is no sadness, which obviously proves one thing.

This child, in the past, was not raised by his mother.

Moreover, it is impossible for children who have no one to care for them to mention their mothers so indifferently.

Glory and wealth can't withstand the favor of parents.

Nan Minxing, who doesn't have his mother by his side, obviously has his father's care. That's why he doesn't have a sense of loss and loss.

So, this child's father, will it be Nan Huaixin, who has been with him day and night for half a year, and has no spare time?

Su Zhaoning thought that she would soon know the answer.