"Wait! This is too spicy and not suitable for kids like you. Be good and obedient." Yan Ning quickly took away a plate of fish that had escaped in front of Feng Qi, and tasted it himself.

Feng Qi: Bandit, put down my food!

Yan Ning was attentive all the way, but he didn't know how to accidentally hit her. Since then, Feng Qi wanted to ask her out with an excuse to eat.

Feng Qi felt that it was more tired to have a meal with Yan Ning. He might have to wait for a few days before he could be fully resurrected.

"Eat enough! Have a drink of water."

He smiled and handed over a glass of water. After he took a sip, Yan Ning cleared his throat and seriously proposed what he wanted to go back.

Feng Qi looked reluctant and looked at him with aggrieved look, as if he was malicious and cute.

Yan Ning endured the temptation of beauty and refused him firmly.

Feng Qi naturally refused to agree. The young master hummed and refused to let go. This expression reminded Yan Ning of the soft dog who was alone in the empty bedroom at home.

The two of them went back and forth, but finally ended with Yan Ning's victory.

Saying goodbye to Feng Qi, Yan Ning returned home with Jixiang and Ruyi, and brought Hutchison pastries to his mother Yan.

Although it is not as authentic as the pastries from Suxiangzhai, which specializes in selling pastries in Beijing, it is still very good.

Of course, their family cannot be forgotten even if it is soft.

"Mom, see what I brought back to you?" Yan Ning shook the pastry in his hand, showing off his presence.

Because Yan's mother, who was addicted to the softness, just said hello and ignored her again after she came back.

Yan Ning thought to himself, is she considered losing favor and being sent to the cold palace?

"Oh, Mianmian, look, sister brings you something delicious." Yan's mother said in surprise, holding the soft Mianmian in her arms. The dog was also very good at it. She immediately tilted her head and licked Yan's mother's fingers and began to hum.

Yan Ning: This is obviously brought to you.

"Well, that mother, Mianmeng is here." Yan Ning handed over another pastry.

Yan’s mother: “Oh! I brought two servings, and we were just hungry.”

Yan Ning:...

I just want to know who is my biological child, oh no, I just want to know if I have fallen out of favor?

After all, this person and a dog are obviously her own child and she will not explain it. But it is hard to say who this favor has fallen to.

Mianmian is a man who has no position. He is really a mother. He is really a pastry that is in his hands and acts spoiled at whoever he has a pastry.

Yan Ning complained in his heart.

"Oh, mom, eat it while it's hot, I'll feed it." Yan Ning was a little jealous and snatched Mianmian from Yan's mother's arms and handed the pastry on the table to Yan's mother, "Open your mouth and eat one."

Mianmian: "Wangwu~"

Yan's mother:...

Yan Ning:...

What's wrong with this little broken dog? He was so thumping that Yan Ning took back his hand and took some scattered pastries and stuffed them into Mianmian's arms.

Finally, my ears are much clearer.

After sitting with Yan's mother after eating the pastry for a while, Yan Ning carried Mianmian back, afraid that Mianmian would freeze to the cold, Yan Ning found a small dress to wrap it. Unexpectedly, this was quite well-behaved. A pack of clothes Mianmian really wanted to jump to the ground all the time, which was really exciting.

After finally returning to the room, Yan Ning felt that he was about to be tortured with a sound of water. To be honest, Yan Ning had not been so hot after the weather gradually became cold.

This experience is very novel.

...

"Girl, what are you looking at?" Jixiang lay on the edge of the bed and looked at Yan Ning, following her gaze. There was nothing but a jumping around Mianmian.

But, the girl looked at Mianmian? She was still staring at her all afternoon? What was she trying to do?

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
Chapter completed!