Chapter 158: It's better to grab
Wen Luming saw that the little fat man was rolling by himself, so he opened the lunch box. Fortunately, the steamed buns inside were still hot. 1 small ≧ said ≧>≦≦≤≤<≦≤﹤≤≦﹤≤≦≦≤≤She took out one, a plump white steamed bun, took a bite, soft and fragrant. It seems that the food at the base is still good.
The little fat man's nose is very good at eating. Before he could see what his mother was holding, he immediately stood up and sat up. Seeing Wen Luming taking a bite of the steamed bun, his eyes immediately went blank, he stretched out his chubby hand and grabbed Wen Luming's hand that was holding the steamed bun. Ah Di pointed at the white steamed bun, clearly saying: Mom, what are you eating? I want to eat it too
Wen Luming chuckled lightly, but pretended not to understand his movements, holding the steamed bun to his mouth, just not giving it to the little fat man.
The little fat man was in a hurry, and when he was in a hurry, he supported Wen Luming's arm and stood up on the sand. A drop of saliva dripped onto the sand.
"Ah! Ah!" The poor man couldn't speak, and his mother ignored him on purpose, but he still couldn't get a bite to eat. He couldn't bite his mouth, so he was so anxious to reach out to grab Wen Luming's steamed buns.
Wen Luming glanced at the anxious little fat man, with his greedy eyes, the little fat hand stretched out and pointed persistently, and he even grabbed Wen Luming's arm with one hand to prevent himself from falling. It's really not easy to get a bite to eat.
The mountain can't come, I went over, the little fat man knew this very well, and took the initiative to attack at the beginning, but unfortunately the enemy was too strong, his mother had a long hand, took a bite, and deliberately moved the steamed bun to the other side, so that He was out of reach. But as a qualified snacker, how could he give up the food in front of him for such a small setback?
No matter how far the steamed buns move, I can walk there too! Although he can't walk by himself yet, if there is something to support him, the little fat man can still move slowly.
In the past, he let anyone carry him to teach him to walk, and he also cheated, but now he has the bait, he doesn't need adults to teach him, he wisely holds his mother's hand, and then the shoulder, and moves like this clumsily. Enough to get to that big, white, tasty treat!
The little guy was struggling to "climb the mountains and waters" and "cross the mountains and mountains", trying to grab the food, but he hummed and didn't know if he was complaining that his mother was cruel for not giving him food, or he was begging his mother to send the food quickly. into his mouth.
Wen Luming teased the little fat man enough, he took out the steamed bun, and pretended to put it in his mouth. Like a little wolf that has been hungry for a few days, it's time to grab food.
As soon as the little fat man grabbed the steamed bun, he immediately stuffed it into his mouth. It's a pity that no matter how wide his mouth was, he couldn't bite one-fifth of the steamed bun. His chubby hand firmly grasped the steamed bun, and he gnawed it desperately, trying to quickly eat what he grabbed. As a result, he had only a few teeth and a small mouth, so he just kept smearing saliva on the steamed bun.
Wen Luming was so amused by his appearance that his whole body trembled with laughter. The steamed buns were as big as a little fat man's face. The toot circles are gathered together, and the picture is funny and cute.
The little fat man nibbled on the steamed buns hard, and with those few front teeth, he didn't know how much he could gnaw, but seeing that he was enjoying it so much, he probably got the sweetness of the steamed buns, so he sat down on his butt, with both hands. Used to hold the buns to eat.
With food, of course he forgot his mother into the sky. Wen Luming reluctantly allowed him to hold the steamed buns and nibble, fearing that he might choke, so he took his small bottle of water and occasionally fed him some water.
There were still several steamed buns in the lunch box, and the little fat man had something to eat, so naturally he would not **** it from her, so she ate two to fill her stomach, and she could keep the rest.
When the steamed bun in the little fat man's mouth had not been eaten one-third of the way, Wang Wenyu came back. At a glance, he saw the little fat man sitting in Wen Luming's arms, holding a white steamed bun, like a groundhog. Eating buns with the same concentration, eating steamed buns, a rare sight.
Wang Wenyu's dignified mood was finally healed by his son's lovely food.
He walked up to the little fat man and stood. Shadows shrouded the little fat man, the little fat man clucked his mouth, raised his head, and saw that it was his own father, he immediately smiled, and took a big bite of the steamed bun to celebrate his father's return. It took me a long time to nibble on some steamed buns.
Wang Wenyu squatted down, his eyes were level with the little fat man, and said to him, "Is it delicious? Can you give me a bite?" Then he gestured to open his mouth to bite the steamed bun in the little fat man's hand.
The little fat man looked at him blankly, and when he put his head close to the steamed bun, he immediately understood what his father meant, and he immediately removed the steamed bun tactfully so that he would not bite it, and then his originally smiling face immediately froze. He opened his small mouth, which was rosy from chewing on the steamed buns, and yelled that he would not eat it.
Wen Luming took out a steamed bun from the lunch box and quickly stuffed it into Wang Wenyu's mouth, blocking his and his son's scramble for food: "Don't mess with him, be careful he gets choked."
The little fat man saw that his father's mouth was blocked, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com did not bite the steamed bun in his hand, so he immediately smiled proudly and stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth.
Wang Wenyu saw that his son Daye was ruthlessly suppressed by Baer's mother, so he had to get up and eat the steamed buns, go back to his room to clean himself up, and changed into clean home clothes before he came out to hug his fat son. I rarely get close to my son, and now my son is unwilling to share food with him (as if he would be willing to share when he would like to).
When Mrs. Lin made the egg custard for the little fat man, the little fat man finally ate most of the steamed bun with the help of his father. The so-called help was that Wang Wenyu helped him tear up the steamed bun and let him eat it. No need for him to tug at it with his little milk teeth.
Sister Lin looked at the steamed buns in his hand and said worriedly, "Oh, how come I have eaten the steamed buns? He hasn't grown a few teeth yet, so be careful choking."
Wen Luming said: "It doesn't matter, he is very shrewd about what he eats. He bites it bit by bit with his teeth, and eats it only when it is broken. Besides, we are watching."
"Okay, watch him order it carefully. When he finishes eating the steamed buns, feed him this bowl of egg custard!" Sister Lin put down the egg custard and went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner. (To be continued.)