Sitting on the small chairs in the kitchen were three porcelain-like delicate and beautiful baby dolls.

Little Nezha, little Yuanbao and little squirrel.

Although they are all sitting there, their sitting postures and expressions are completely different.

Little Nezha sat upright, with a lazy look on his face, but his back was very straight. This was done by his uncle little by little. Little Yuanbao, on the other hand, was very casual, with his thin ankles resting on his shoulders.

Knee, small hand rests on the other knee, supporting the chin.

The little squirrel's legs are so short that it can't even reach the ground when sitting on a chair, so it's dangling.

"Stop shaking your legs, keep your back straight!"

Little Nezha shouted loudly, causing the little squirrel and little Yuanbao to straighten up and stop moving. The little monkey was making desserts for them and laughed when he saw it.

His body went stiff before Yuan Bao reacted and glanced at Little Nezha.

"Then what are you doing loudly? Who are you trying to scare?"

Little Nezha glanced back with a clear look in his eyes: I'm just scaring you, so what?

Yuanbao is not as afraid of Nezha as the little squirrel.

He snorted softly, "I'm not your brother, please don't mind me."

Little Nezha looked at him lightly.

"From a father's point of view, you were born later than me and you are my younger brother; from a mother's point of view, Sister Yin calls my mother aunt, you are my nephew and I am your uncle."

"..."

Seniority is a flaw for classmate Yuanbao.

Leng Buding was poked by Little Nezha. Yuanbao's face suddenly turned red, and he immediately retorted with a pinched neck: "I'm still your father!"

Little Nezha narrowed his eyes, "If you say it again, do you believe I will slap you?"

"You whip me? I'm still whipping you. Come on, come on..."

Yuan Bao pushed his little watermelon head against Little Nezha's chest, provoking him like a bull. Little Nezha raised his hand, but had nowhere to start. He pushed his head and said, "Get out of here!"

"hey-hey."

Yuan Bao bared his teeth and smiled at him again, "I knew you were reluctant to slap me."

Little Nezha hummed, "I'm afraid it will hurt my hand."

The two little guys were bickering, and the little squirrel was watching the fun.

At this time, he admired Yuan Bao very much. How dare he quarrel with his brother? He didn't dare to quarrel with his brother or talk back to him. His brother was scary when he was angry.

"Okay, stop being poor."

The little monkey stopped at the right time and said, "Come and eat, one bowl per person."

Little Nezha and Little Yuanbao obediently moved the chairs to the coffee table, while the little squirrel was hugged by the little monkey along with the chair, squealing happily.

The three little ones each had a bowl of ginger and milk, and they ate happily.

Next to it is a plate of strawberry daifuku and several dorayaki, all made by the little monkey. Little Yuanbao often asks his parents to bring him to his godfather and godmother because he is greedy for this kind of food. Brother Monkey will make many more.

Sometimes if you are lucky, you can eat snacks made by your godmother. Yuanbao thinks that little Nezha and the little squirrel are so happy!

They also have a cook at home, but his mother doesn't let him eat too many sweets. His father sometimes takes him out to secretly eat ice cream and cream cakes, and his mother catches him every time. At most, his mother criticizes him, but his father can't

Crap.

Every time Fu Yu was punished by his wife, he would pitifully tell his son, "Yuanbao, your mother bullied me, look at how she pinched me, it hurt me to death!"

"I'll give it to daddy."
Chapter completed!