Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

However, when the porridge is cooked, the little baby just smells it and doesn't eat it at all.

Even if Gu Nuoer blows cold and feeds a little into her mouth, the little guy will pop out his tongue directly.

Then he clenched his small fists and started to cry.

Gu Nuo'er quickly wiped her clean, anxious: "What should I do, Brother Siming, she won't eat it!"

Ye Siming was overwhelmed by the baby's magical sound, and his handsome brows were frowning!

"I'll try it." He took the child in his arms and scooped a spoonful of porridge to her lips.

The little guy turned his head stubbornly and refused to eat at all!

Gu Nuo'er's eyes were worried: "The white porridge has no taste at all. If it were me, I would definitely not like it."

Ye Siming looked at her: "Then I'll grab a chicken and roast it?"

Gu Nuo'er gave him a coquettish look: "How can a child eat roast chicken! She's still young."

The two looked at each other, feeling overwhelmed for the first time.

The little baby cried louder.

Just when they were at a loss, a woman at the door, with a suspicious look on her face, peered in from the half-open door and looked at it.

"Who are you? Why are you in Master Hao's house!"

Gu Nuoer's pink lips whispered: "We..."

Before she could finish speaking, the woman saw the child in Ye Siming's arms and cried sadly.

The woman hurriedly put down the vegetable basket and walked in quickly.

"Ouch, darling, why are you crying like this!"

She forcibly took the baby from Ye Siming's arms, rocking it back and forth to coax the baby.

The woman checked the child and stared at Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming: "I'm hungry, why don't you care?"

Gu Nuo'er said embarrassedly, "We cooked porridge, but she doesn't eat it."

The woman glanced at the porridge in the bowl.

She frowned: "Ouch! Rice is such a big grain, she is still a baby, how can she bite! It has to be crushed a little!"

Gu Nuo'er saw that the woman freed up one hand, crushed the rice grains neatly with a spoon, and then scooped a little bit.

After blowing cool, she put a little on the baby's little lips.

The little guy stopped crying, licked his tongue, and ate.

The woman smiled: "That's right, you have to eat well to grow up and grow taller."

She didn't feed too much, but after a little, the baby stopped crying when she stopped crying.

The woman confessed: "The child is still young, and she can't stand it if she eats too much. Later, I still have to get some milk soup for her to drink!"

Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming nodded lightly.

The woman saw that the two of them were listening carefully, and the serious reproach on her face gradually faded.

She laughed: "Who are you two from Master Hao? His son and daughter-in-law? No, no, his daughter-in-law died when he gave birth to a child."

The woman looked at Ye Siming again and looked suspiciously: "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

But she couldn't remember it for a while.

Gu Nuo'er explained with a smile: "We are Master Hao's students, and we came to see him today. But I just saw that he fainted and the child was crying again, so I wanted to help first."

When the woman heard this, she immediately praised the two of them for their good morals.

"Master Hao is a good person. Our neighbors are very friendly. Usually, my little grandson comes to ask him for any books he doesn't understand, and he answers patiently."

The woman said and sighed: "Master Hao is also a hard worker. His son is guarding the battlefield. I don't know when he will be back. His daughter-in-law will die after giving birth to a child, leaving him to an old man over seventy years old to take care of the child."

"However, it is God's mercy for him to have students like you who are thinking of him."