The next day was a day off, and Fu Jiulan didn't have to go to the academy.

Originally, he slept until the sun and got up again, but early in the morning, Wu still saw Fu Jiulan washing.

"Why did Fu Gongzi get up so early?" ap.

Holding a basin of clothes, Wu was about to wash them.

Seeing Fu Jiulan passing by, he couldn't help but ask.

"I'm afraid that the child will wake up early and make noise, so I'll go see him."

Pulling out a smile, Fu Jiulan replied lightly.

"Childe is really a rare good man."

Wu's praise is sincere, and she is tired of saying these two words of envy to Leng Wan.

When she walked into Leng Wan's room, she was still asleep.

She has been tired for the past few days, and her sleep quality has improved a lot, and she doesn't even know that someone has come in the room.

The child was lying next to her, and the little baby was holding his fist in his mouth, sucking with his eyes closed, as if enjoying himself.

Looking at the picture in front of him, Fu Jiulan only felt that his heart was about to soften.

Carefully lifting the corner of the quilt, Fu Jiulan picked up the doll inside.

The child may be genetically cold and sleeps very soundly, and he doesn't even wake up when he picks it up.

In the hall downstairs, Fu Jiulan had already prepared the bottle and milk powder, just waiting for the child to wake up, and he could eat a mouthful of hot food.

It may be because the child is not safe without his mother.

So in Fu Jiulan's arms, before he could sleep for long, the milk doll opened her eyes in a daze.

"Daddy......

stretched out a fleshy little hand and grabbed Fu Jiulan's face.

In the next second, with the fierce cry of the milk doll, Fu Jiulan's face had a few more blood marks.

Ignoring the injury on his face, he quickly picked up the bottle and skillfully brewed the milk powder.

The pacifier was delivered to the child's mouth, and the doll's crying stopped abruptly.

It seems that he was hungry just now, so he gave him a paw.

After coaxing the child at this time, Fu Jiulan only felt a hot pain on his face.

Anyway, he's a master.

Now that I was attacked by a child, my face was red, which was really shameful.

As he was bowing his head in contemplation, footsteps suddenly sounded on the stairs.

As soon as Fu Jiulan raised his head, he met Leng Wan's gaze.

"What's wrong with your face?"

Her focus did not fall on the child first, but on Fu Jiulan's face.

Half of his face darkened, and Fu Jiulan's tone was helpless and slow.

"The child was hungry just now, maybe he wanted to drink milk, and scratched me in the face."

Hearing this, Leng Wan laughed.

"This kid doesn't know who to follow, the more he grows up, the more skinny he becomes, and he has arrested a lot of people recently."

As she spoke, Leng Wan ripped open her neckline, revealing the scratches on her neck.

It's the same red with a few marks, and it seems that he has no mercy on his mother.

"Not only you and me, but even Master Zhang and Sister Wu have scratches on their faces and bodies. And this kid has been learning to walk lately. Although he has a bit of talent in him, he can walk crookedly, but he doesn't do anything while walking."

"I dropped a stack of plates in the kitchen yesterday, and the basket of eggs that Sister Wu just bought the day before yesterday was smashed. There is not a day of peace for this child."

When it comes to this child's recent deeds, it's hard to write.

Leng Wan said as she covered her forehead.

"When he is old enough to read, I will throw him directly into the academy, and it is time for him to know the pain of studying."

Listening to Leng Wan's complaint, Fu Jiulan laughed.

"When a child is young, he is not sensible, but when he grows up and is sensible, it will make you feel a lot more worried."

"You were like that when you were a kid?"

Walking up to Fu Jiulan, Leng Wan poured herself a glass

water, sit down and watch the little one feed, so I chatted with him.

Thinking about it seriously, Fu Jiulan nodded.

"When I was a child, I broke my mother's ...... Mother's hairpin, hid the fragments of the hairpin under the bed, thinking that she would not find out."

"And then?"

"Later, when she slept, she was scratched on the back of her hand by a debris and locked me in a small dark room for two days."

When talking about this past, Fu Jiulan was light and light, and he didn't even change his expression.

But Leng Wan listened to it in her ears, but she felt a pain in her chest.

"How old were you then?"

"Two years old." Fu Jiulan replied truthfully.

What can a two-year-old know? But if you break a hairpin, you will be locked up in a dark room.

"What about you? What stupid things did you do when you were a kid?"

didn't want to mention that past again, Fu Jiulan threw the topic to Leng Wan.

"I call the owner of the fried chicken shop Dad, and I want to rub someone else's free chicken leg."

Holding his knees, his cold smile was sad.

She was an orphan when she was a child, and was abandoned by her biological parents at a very young age, so she was sent to an orphanage.

At that time, there was a stall selling fried chicken at the entrance of the school, and Leng Wan was attracted by the fragrance every time.

Once, the owner of the fried chicken shop deliberately teased her, saying that if she called her father, he would give her a free chicken leg to eat.

The stupid Leng Wan opened her mouth and called her father, and the lewd fried chicken shop owner really gave her a chicken leg.

It's just that the price she paid was far more than a father, and the boss also coaxed her to go home with him, saying that he had endless fried chicken thighs at home.

The ignorant child was nibbling on chicken legs while following the owner of the fried chicken restaurant to his house.

On the way, the boss put his hand into her school uniform, and happened to be seen by a passing film policeman, so he stopped him and sent Leng Wan back to the orphanage.

Since then, Leng Wan has never eaten free fried chicken again.

"What is fried chicken?"

Fu Jiulan profoundly carried forward the good habit of asking questions if he didn't understand.

"Remove the meat from the chicken, like the drumsticks. Chicken thighs are coated in a paste mixed with egg mixture and flour, coated in breadcrumbs and fried in a pan. When I fish it out again, the skin is golden and crispy, and it is very delicious."

"What are breadcrumbs?"

"Probably...... It's the crust of the shortbread."

Leng Wan thought about it and could only explain it like this.

"Looks like there's a lot of good food in your hometown."

Nodding, Fu Jiulan thought so.

"Ugh...... Really?"

While scratching his head, his cold eyes dodged.

The two were talking when there was a knock at the door of the shop.

"Did the master carpenter come so early?" Leng Wan went over to open the door with some suspicion.

When I opened the door, I saw that it was a few small servants carrying a wooden box.

"You are ......"

Looking at the faces in front of her, Leng Wan was a little surprised.

"Presumably the girl is Brother Fu's wife, I am his classmate. Yesterday he asked me to order golden silk nanmu, and today my father came back and sent it over."

The person who came was Zhang Yiyi, and as soon as he saw Leng Wan, he guessed her identity.

"Oh, please come in."

Since she was Fu Jiulan's classmate, Leng Wan naturally couldn't slack off, and hurriedly welcomed people in.