Eight Hundred and Four Do It Yourself, Well-Dressed

The old man was so anxious that he almost pointed at Shen Jiao's nose and called her a quack doctor. Shen Jiao said helplessly, "Grandpa, Zhuangzhuang is really fine!"

"The child doesn't have a fake illness. If Zhuangzhuang is really fine, how can he cry so badly? I won't tell you a quack doctor, I will take Zhuangzhuang to the hospital!"

Shen Jiaxing still told the quack doctor, Shen Jiao could not laugh or cry, the level of the doctor in the hospital was not as good as hers!

"Zhuangzhuang told my mother that I'm not feeling well, okay? Is it a small belly? My mother will rub it for you!"

Shen Jiao whispered softly and massaged gently on her strong belly. The little guy may have a bloated stomach after eating too much, so rubbing it will make it more comfortable.

The heartbroken Zhuangzhuang gradually stopped crying under Shen Jiao's massage, squinting his eyes slightly, looking very enjoying.

I like my mother rubbing my belly the most, it's so comfortable!

Seeing that the little guy stopped crying, Shen Jiaxing felt relieved, let out a long breath, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"What the hell is going on with Zhuangzhuang? Could it be that you saw something unclean?"

Shen Jiaxing was chattering, thinking of ghosts and gods, Shen Jiao advised: "It's normal for children to cry, grandpa, don't make a fuss, calm down!"

"Can I calm down? Zhuangzhuang cried so pitifully just now, my heart flutters!" Shen Jiaxing was not angry.

Shen Jiao smiled helplessly, the little guy was really scary just now, I really don't know what happened to him?

Zhuangzhuang in his arms closed his eyes, his face was wrinkled, and he still looked a little unhappy, and Shen Jiao didn't dare to stop, for fear that the little guy would cry again.

Yuanyuan is not happy anymore, her mother went to her brother again, and he wants to rub his belly!

The dissatisfied Master Yuanyuan ran to Shen Jiao's side without opening her mouth, just tugged at Shen Jiao.

Shen Jiao lowered her head to see the unhappy little face of her eldest son, Yuanyuan pointed to her belly, and looked at Shen Jiao with big eyes.

"Will Yuanyuan also rub her belly?"

Shen Jiao was now able to accept the facial expressions of her eldest son very well, and at a glance she knew that Yuanyuan also wanted her to rub her belly.

Yuanyuan nodded and looked at Shen Jiao hopefully, Shen Jiao had to put down Zhuangzhuang and hug Yuanyuan, thinking about rubbing Yuanyuan a few times first, and then rubbing Zhuangzhuang.

But she has forgotten the fragile heart of her youngest son, and she is still sad at the moment!

Seeing that his mother had abandoned him again, Zhuang Zhuang hugged his brother, taking it for granted that Shen Jiao didn't like him anymore, opened his mouth, and burst into tears.

Earth-shattering crying ghosts and gods, crying louder than just now, even more tragic!

"What's the matter? Why are you crying again? Zhuangzhuang, don't scare the grandfather, tell the grandfather what's wrong with you?"

The Shen family was in a hurry. It's not a problem to cry all the time, there must be a reason!

"Mom... bad guy!"

Zhuang Zhuang sobbed and kept saying 'Mom is a bad guy'!

Shen Jiao patted her forehead, this little guy still holds grudges!

"Zhuangzhuang, a man can't be so careful. Mom has already apologized to you just now. How can you still hold grudges? You're wrong, you know?" Shen Jiao was very serious.

The boy's mind is so small, what will he do when he grows up?

What else can such a man do?

Shen Jiao made up her mind to correct Zhuangzhuang's bad habit, and her tone became a lot more severe.

Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang had never seen her mother so fierce before, so she was startled and stared blankly at Shen Jiao.

Zhuangzhuang was even more aggrieved. Instead of comforting him, his mother scolded him. His mother really didn't like him anymore!

"Wow!"

The more he thought about it, the more sad the little guy cried even louder. Before Han Qixiu entered the yard, he heard the screams of his youngest son and raised his eyebrows in surprise. What happened?

Shen Jiaxing's intestines were about to make Zhuangzhuang cry.

She couldn't help complaining about Shen Jiao: "What are you doing to the kid? The kid didn't do anything wrong, didn't he just cry a few times? You still wet the bed when you were eight years old, I can't bear to scold you, Zhuangzhuang is so good, you still have to scold you Him! You really..."

Shen Han and Han Qiwei twitched at the corners of their mouths, hurriedly bowed their heads, and their shoulders shook violently.

The second sister still wets the bed at the age of eight, tsk tsk!

Shen Jiao blushed with shame, and shouted at Shen Jiaxing in dissatisfaction, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? I'm just reasoning with Zhuang Zhuang, how can I scold him!"

And when did she wet the bed when she was eight?

Shen Jiao was suffocated to death. It was the original owner who wetted the bed. This girl liked to wet the bed since she was a child.

She is afraid that she will have to carry this pot for the rest of her life!

At this time, Shen Jiaxing also realized that he had said something wrong. His granddaughter is a mother of a child.

But wasn't he in a hurry just now, how could he remember to put the door on his mouth when he was in a hurry?

Shen Jiaxing glared at Shen Jiao angrily, picked up Zhuang Zhuang, and together with Shen Han, they tried every means to comfort the little guy. It was a rattle, a building block, and a small ball, but he couldn't make Zhuang Zhuang smile. .

"Zhuangzhuang, what happened?"

Han Qixiu walked in, Yuanyuan was the quickest to respond, he slid down from Shen Jiao's arms, ran over to sit on the small bench, grabbed the big apple bigger than his fist, and scraped the apple puree himself eat.

Dad said that he is already an adult, he has to be self-reliant, well-fed and well-fed, and he can no longer rely on his mother like he did when he was a child!

He is not as useless as his drooling brother, he knows how to cry all day long!

Han Qixiu cast an admiring look at the eldest son, Yuanyuan puffed out her small chest happily, and for a moment forgot to control the strength of her hand, and pressed down on the spoon.

"click"

The red apple was broken into slag, and the round claws were full of apple slag, as well as on his body and face.

"puff"

Shen Jiao suppressed her laughter and ran over to clean up Yuanyuan. Yuanyuan was a little frustrated, he was so useless, he couldn't even shave an apple, his father would definitely tell him!

Han Qixiu came over and said solemnly: "Take another apple and scrape it until you are done!"

Yuanyuan's eyes lit up and she looked at Shen Jiao. Shen Jiao wanted to say that she could help with shaving, but she opened her mouth and still didn't say anything. She washed another apple and handed it to Yuanyuan.

The second one, cracked!

The third one, it cracked again!

The fourth one is still broken!

...

When the twelfth apple was scraped, Yuanyuan finally managed to scrape a spoonful of apple puree.

Putting the sweet and sweet apple puree into her mouth, Yuanyuan squinted her eyes in satisfaction, it was delicious!

"Is the apple puree that I scraped particularly fragrant?" Han Qixiu asked.

Yuanyuan nodded vigorously, it was indeed much better than what his mother fed him!

Han Qixiu's lips curled slightly: "After that, you will scrape and eat the apples yourself, can you do it?"

Yuanyuan straightened her small chest, and suddenly practiced a standard military salute to Han Qi!