Dongdongdongdongdong-

"Come in……"

Xingke didn't care. In Gong Chang's house, only the Holy servant came here except Xingke and Yiye. But unexpectedly, Xingke actually saw an unexpected figure.

"Oh? Isn't this the chief chef of the birdie? Today is your turn."

Xing Ke glanced at the person coming, then looked for a blanket in the cabinet in the room and prepared to wrap a leaf.

"Someone, good evening, I just got instructions in the kitchen that I need nutritious meals for infants and toddlers, but I don't know the specific age of the child."

No nonsense, the chef explains the situation directly.

Even if you are not a professional baby nutritionist, top chefs like chefs are qualified as nutritionists. At least if you don’t have breast milk, babies at different times need different complementary foods.

Food for babies and the elderly is the most difficult to serve. How can we do it randomly by just saying "infant meals"?

But, what is the specific age of this child?

“…thirty-seven years old?”

"well?"

The chef of Xiaoniaoyou felt that he had auditory hallucinations.

"No, I'm kidding, the child is here, watch it, feed her, just don't cry tonight."

Xingke smiled and raised the Ye in his hand, as if COS Lion King Simba and the old monkey were moving. Xiao Yiye also cooperated very well, "Ah~" and roared.

"This is the child who will become the king in the future, and the nutrition must be kept up!"

"Ha...so."

Perhaps because of the mental toughness that my sister has trained, the chef ignored the extra vocabulary embellishment in Xingke's words, and just looked at Xiao Yiye who was wrapped in a swaddling in the clothes by Xingke.

"It depends on the height and physique about five or six months, but the hair is very dense. I dare not judge the specific age, but there is still a general direction, so there should be no mistake... Please wait a moment."

After saying that, the chef Xiaoniaoyou bowed and was about to leave Xingke's room.

She didn't say anything too much from beginning to end, but just completed her work properly.

"Wait a mininute."

"Yes, Master, what are your instructions?"

The little bird Yu Shihua turned around with a cold face.

"Well, you don't have to be so nervous. Although you didn't ask too much, the breath of curiosity was almost coming out."

A single young master suddenly brought back a baby from somewhere, and her gossip soul as a woman was almost physical.

"Yes, this is my child, who is related to blood. In the future, I will have to open my mouth to eat in this house, and I will have to work harder."

"...Okay, my subordinate understands."

Although Xiaobird You Shihua is a master who never shows his psychological activities on his face, she can still do the part that makes up for the Star Memorials that are insufficient, similar to the plot of the illegitimate daughter in a love TV series.

"Since it is a young lady from Gong's family, then the young master should pay attention to that children of this age eat less and digest quickly. Therefore, judging from the current nine o'clock in the evening, it is basically unlikely that you will not be hungry or cry for the night you request... At this time, it is faster to use milk powder from the market to temporarily satisfy hunger.

Then there are blankets like your young master that cannot replace swaddle or diapers at all. It is best to...

And that's…”

One by one, the basic parenting common sense was thrown over, Xingke was a little confused-

well?

Ah?

Is it so troublesome for children today?

It is really inconvenient to have not had time to popularize parenting nutrition warehouses in this era.

When I was a child, I would endure hunger at night?

Could it be that when I was a child, I was the representative of the peerless and exemplary good children?

So I'm so great!

While teasing Xiao Yiye in his arms, Xingke silently listened to the woman in front of him personally passing on the parenting scriptures, thinking that he was such a powerful magician, should he be able to deal with it?

"Anyway, some young master must not think that [raising a child is a very simple thing, I can handle it] such a naive idea..."

Huh? Are you a superpower?

"It is best to hand over the child to your mother, or to take care of the child's mother, or to hire a professional parenting nanny."

The child's mother...it's impossible. Grandma died earlier than the old man, and she had never seen Xingke before.

As for professional parenting nanny? Xingke did have one when she was a child, but because she dared to feed Xingke toxic milk powder, Xingke didn't even let her be a Holy servant. Now the grave grass may be five feet tall.

"It's just that no matter what, it's much better than giving it to the servants of this mansion to take care of...

These servants are not really childcare materials, and all they can say is this.

Then, my subordinates will take their leave.”

"Ah? Isn't it a plot where you volunteer to take on the heavy responsibility of this temporary mother?"

Seeing that the kind-hearted chef lady was leaving, Xingke couldn't help but say something.

Sure enough, even though he knew that Xingke was not serious, Xiaoniaoyou Shihua was still shocked.

However, the next moment, I calmed down and tried not to let myself show off with a fake smile full of disgust and bowed:

"…Please let my subordinates refuse."

...

About thirty minutes after the chef left, two dumb sacred servants pushed the dining cart over, and then Xingke spooned and coaxed Xiao Yiye to eat it.

It seems that the time for hunger has come, or it may be because of the delicious taste. The child did not have any trouble with Xingke, so he ate it obediently. There was no use of the [Space Teleportation Feeding Method] that Xingke imagined.

And I go to bed after eating, which is really leisurely enough...

He put a one-way [sound insulation barrier] on the little guy to prevent it from disturbing her, Xingke called Uncle Mi’s phone number-

"Hey? Have you fallen asleep?"

Although I know that the other party will say nothing even after sleeping, I can’t take care of so much when I say hello?

"Thank you for your concern, there are still some things that have not been dealt with."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"...There is less than half a month left on Christmas. The official closing of [Eve's Gate] also the sub-ethnic races who immigrated to this world. These all need to be announced with a [reasonable excuse]..." Although I don't know why Xingke asked about such trivial matters that he never cared about, after hesitating for a moment, Uncle Mi still reported truthfully.

"Well, then you can be busy. This matter is as grand as you want, like a national celebration.

Well, by the way, it’s not bad to have a different world song concert of the sub-ethnic race…”

"Wait, wait, please wait! Young Master! Please think twice about this matter. It's less than half a month away!" Uncle Mi, who was on the other side of the phone, sat up in shock, and was so scared that he was sweating coldly.

"Ah, I don't care about this. Go and discuss it with your thirty-two harem groups."

“…yes, your will.”

"Oh, by the way, finally, I have a daughter, my biological son, six months old."

"Clang—bang—"
Chapter completed!