Chapter 514: Genetic to not even like to drink milk
The child slammed his chin on his mother's shoulder, his tone was very sullen:
"Mom, grandpa must be in pain."
"So you have to be obedient. Grandpa is so hurt, you can't make Grandpa angry anymore."
"Well, porridge porridge is obedient, porridge porridge will take good care of grandpa!"
"it is good!"
The child's father also came out at this moment, leaning against the door, watching the mother and son here.
Then he stretched out his hand and took the little brat, while the other big hand stroked his wife's waist.
"came back?"
"Are you blind?"
Everyone is here, and you are asking a fart!
cough.
"The doctor is checking inside, we'll go in later."
Su Zhixiao hummed, then glanced around the hall:
"Did Big Brother not come back?"
"I went back together before, but the company has urgent items to deal with, so I rushed to the company again."
Fortunately, the two brothers always have one at home.
After coming in, Aunt Feng also cooked the milk:
"Young master, it's time to drink milk.
Hey, the young lady is back? "
"Aunt Feng."
Aunt Feng nodded, holding a milk jug in one hand and a cup in the other:
"Young madam, you and the second young master should drink some milk together. We cooked a little more tonight."
sweat...
"I don't need it." Someone first refused.
The smell was so unacceptable.
I didn't like it when I was a child, and was forced to drink it by my family.
The kind that you won't even touch when you're an adult.
However....
"Dad doesn't drink it, and don't drink porridge either."
It's hard to drink.
The milk at home is not the milk bought from outside with various additives and preservatives added.
The flavor is stronger and more top-notch.
No, seeing that his father didn't drink, the children also stopped drinking.
Su Zhixiao kicked the man next to him, his eyes threatening:
"drink!"
Don't spoil my son.
this tm....
Is it a little innocent?
Don't worry, in your wife's eyes, you are not innocent at all.
"Aunt Feng, pour it on both of them."
"Eh, okay okay."
Aunt Feng is very happy. It's good to drink milk. I used to dream that I couldn't drink it, okay?
At the dining table, father and son sat facing each other, staring at each other.
"It's all your fault!"
"It's all your fault!"
accusing each other.
Su Zhixiao didn't care about the eyes of the two masters. When the temperature of the milk in the cup cooled down, he first handed it to his son:
"Drink, baby."
The little boy pursed his lips tightly, thinking to himself: It would be great if there were 502 by now.
"baby?"
"Mom, drink the porridge slowly."
Only then did Su Zhixiao look away, staring at someone without making a sound, someone picked up the milk cup in front of him reluctantly.
To say that at this moment the expressions of the father and son are the same, it is impossible to resist.
This gene is really powerful!
Even the dislike of milk is inherited.
Su Zhixiao snorted, then took two sips.
Bad habits must be broken!
Can't get used to it!
The glass of milk was not full, and the father and son drank it for a while before finally finishing it.
"Mom, you're done drinking."
"So nice."
The man next to you:
"Wife, is there any reward?"
"What reward do you want for a drink of milk? Do you want a slap?"
Of course, don't.
Su Zhixiao glanced at it, and at this moment, the door of the old man's room opened.
Hearing the movement, Su Zhixiao was the first to get up and go over:
"Doctor, how is our old man?"
"It's Mrs. Fu? The old man's condition is not very good, but it's not too bad. The most important thing now is to take good care of your body!"