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Chapter 1296: Super Dad (5)

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After carrying the little thing back to the living room and putting him away, Xicheng stepped outside the door and dusted off the snow on his body, then walked back into the living room.

When I opened the door, the little guy was no longer inside.

He quickly glanced around and immediately noticed a small figure on the stairs, climbing up the stairs with his little butt sticking out.

"careful!"

Xicheng hurriedly chased him, stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms, returned to the coffee table, and put him on the sofa.

"Sit down and don't move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and crawled to the other end of the sofa.

Xicheng was speechless and hurriedly pulled him back, hugged him with one arm, walked to the door, picked up the package and opened it.

Sure enough, there were several small sets of children's clothes in the package, as well as some food and a can of baby milk powder, milk bottles, water bottles and the like, as well as a large pack of diapers.

"grandmother!"

When he saw his bottle, the little guy immediately stretched out his little hands to hold it in his arms and was about to put it into his mouth.

Xicheng reached out and took his little hand, "Don't drink, it's empty."

"Grandma!" the little guy repeated.

"Are you hungry?" Xicheng asked.

"Grandma!" the little guy repeated while trying to stuff the bottle into his mouth again.

Must be hungry!

Xicheng hurriedly took out the milk powder can and took his milk powder.

The little guy saw the bottle being taken away and immediately became anxious.

"Grandma, grandma..."

"This place is empty. Dad has to help you wash it." Xicheng explained, knowing that he couldn't understand it. Xicheng picked him up helplessly, holding the milk bottle in one hand and the milk powder can in the other. He walked into the kitchen and turned on the water heater. Water, he picked up the milk powder can and read the instructions on it, "40 degrees... One spoonful of milk, 25 ml of water..." He turned to look at his son who was playing with his ears in his arms, "How much do you want to drink?"

The little guy opened and closed his mouth, "Grandma!"

Xicheng was speechless.

Well, it’s useless to ask him. Make a bottle first and then talk.

No, the letter just said there is another note.

Thinking of this, Xicheng reached out and took out the letter paper from his pocket. Sure enough, there was another page underneath.

There are precautions written on it, and a dozen items listed below.

The first item is about making milk - the water temperature cannot exceed 60 degrees, the bottle must be rinsed with boiling water before use, and the temperature of the milk must be tested before drinking...

There are other things below, such as how much milk the little one should drink every day, what complementary foods he likes to eat, his favorite fruits, not eating nuts, bathing every day, cleaning his teeth before going to bed, how to change diapers...

The densely packed papers made Xicheng feel dizzy.

At this moment, the water had boiled, and he was busy putting down the little guy and cleaning the bottle according to the instructions. It was the first time he did this kind of thing, so he was inevitably a bit clumsy. His fingers were burned twice and two spoonfuls of milk powder were spilled... OK? I prepared the milk easily and handed it to him, but then I remembered the precautions and hurriedly took back the milk powder. I put two drops on the back of my hand to make sure it wasn't hot before sending it to the little guy.

The little guy seemed to be hungry too. As soon as he took the bottle, he immediately took it into his hand and put it into his mouth. He casually sat down on the ground and drank heavily.

"Don't sit down, the ground is cold!"

Xicheng hurriedly knelt down, took him out of the kitchen and put him on the dining chair. He turned around and wanted to go back to the kitchen to clean up, but after thinking about it, he felt it was wrong.

I remember the last time I went to celebrate Xue Chen’s birthday, the little guy had to use a children’s dining chair. If such a high chair fell down...