The minister thought that their king wanted to save face, and he didn't want his child to lose to other cubs, so he forced the little highness to talk and call him father.
If this thought was heard by the servant next to Yeheng, the corners of his mouth would twitch uncontrollably.
He knew too well why their majesty was trying to save face, he was just simple and very boring, he just wanted to hear His Highness call father.
Furthermore, the little Highness is always lying on the table, with a silly face, a round face, and a very deceitful look, which makes people want to bully her.
In just these few days, the servants have seen no less than ten times that their Lord General and His Highness are teary-eyed and pitiful, and today there is a tendency to get worse.
After the ministers all retreated, the young king grabbed the little guy who was still watching, waiting for the chickens to pass by, and then grabbed them.
Facing the ignorant and clear eyes that the little girl looked at, the man said, "Call me Dad."
The little girl couldn't understand, she lowered her head and grabbed her feet to play.
Waiter: "..."
Ye Heng frowned, "Should I call or not?"
The little girl was completely selfless, she didn't even give her father a look, and didn't understand what he was saying at all.
So Yeheng pinched her fat little face again.
This time, the little guy was pinched so much that he forgot to play with his feet. The little girl raised her eyes to look at him, and then pointed at the little chicken not far away who was swaggering around in the hall: "Ahh."
The man slightly raised one eyebrow, and the next moment, a fluffy chick appeared on his big hand, the little girl's eyes lit up, her little hand hugged his arm, and she said "ahhh" even more vigorously.
"Call Dad,"
Yeheng glanced at her faintly, "Otherwise I'll strangle it to death."
The chick was born in the God Realm, which is rich in aura, and stayed here for many days, fully absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. It is no longer comparable to those chickens in the mortal world.
Although it can't speak now, it can barely understand human speech. As soon as Yeheng's words fell, it was so frightened that it uttered several sharp and frightened chicken crows.
However, before he yelled a few times, all the noisy voices were blocked by Yeheng's silence technique.
The little yellow chicken couldn't cry out, it could only flap its wings flutteringly, its black eyes the size of mung beans looked hopefully at the little girl, and wanted her to save it quickly!
Otherwise it will be strangled!
The little girl thought the chicken was playing a game with her.
Clapping her little hands, giggling, her bright red and moist mouth opened, revealing a little bit of white and tender glutinous rice teeth that had grown out of the eggshell.
It looks so cute.
And a little bit stupid.
Chick: "..."
This was probably the most desperate moment in his life.
From the observations these days, it is easier to call him dad than this person!
"Call quickly."
Yeheng carried the chicken and slowly walked around in front of the little girl, "I'll give you this chicken after calling Dad."
The little girl thought that her father was going to give her the chicken, so her eyes became brighter, she stretched out her little hand, trying to catch the chicken, but it was in vain.
Yeheng lowered his eyes, and repeated patiently: "Call me Dad."
The little girl looked at the chick who was a little far away from her, and said anxiously: "Ah."
"Call me Dad." Yeheng said.
"Ahh."
Seeing this, the servant couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, I think your Highness is like this, I'm afraid I didn't understand what you said at all."
Yeheng glanced at him, didn't say much, then lowered his eyes and stared at the little girl: "Read after me. Dad."
The little girl tilted her head in confusion.
"You don't even know how to read?" Ye Heng frowned his handsome and narrow brows, pinched her small face in disgust, and opened his thin lips lightly: "You're so stupid."
Now the little girl understood, and puffed her face angrily.
Yeheng raised her eyebrows and gave a "tsk" sound, then pinched her again: "Why, you can understand immediately when you scold you, but if you call me father, you will just play dumb for me, right?"
The little girl still couldn't understand, but when she saw her father slapping her in the face again, she turned around sullenly and pointed her butt at him.
In this way, her face was saved, but her ass was pinched.
Little girl: "..."
Ye Heng frowned, staring at his fingers thoughtfully: "Why is this cub's butt as fat as his face?"
The servant was ashamed: "Your Majesty, this cub is basically like this. It will be fine when it grows up and grows up."
But it feels okay.
limp.
Ye Heng couldn't hold back, and pinched again, but his usual cold and indifferent tone was somewhat disgusting: "The whole body is full of meat, fat, and I don't know who it looks like."
Waiter: "..."
The little girl turned back angrily, clenched her fists, and shouted: "Ahhh."
Dad, don't spank my ass!
Ye Heng raised his eyebrows: "Why, are you still not convinced that you are fat?"
Little girl: "Ahh."
Dad, if you hit someone again, they will be angry!
Yeheng gave a "tsk", thinking that the cubs are really troublesome, and said, "I didn't hear that all cubs are like this? Why are you so excited? After a few years, you won't be fat when you grow up."
Little girl: "Ahh."
It's scary to be angry!
Yeheng raised his big hand and rubbed the little girl's head. There was a rare, even weird sense of relief on his face, which had never been emotionally ups and downs.
He said lightly: "Well, it's good that you can understand."
Waiter: "..."
The waiter looked at their frightening majesty, and then at the little highness who didn't know what "ah", and always felt that the father and daughter didn't seem to be on the same channel.
Chickens talk to ducks, but that's all.
However, when it came to the chicken, the waiter looked at it, and saw that the chicken just now was no longer on the desk, and his heart skipped a beat.
He hurriedly searched the entire hall again.
Fortunately, the time was not long, the little yellow chicken didn't run very far, the servant went over, caught the little yellow chicken who was about to sneak out, and brought him back.
Before he knew where to put it, the little girl on the desk happily stretched out two little hands towards him, to be precise, she stretched out her hands towards the little yellow chicken in his hand:
"Ahh."
"Ah for what."
Ye Heng flicked her forehead with her fingers, and glanced at her: "Call me Dad."
Little girl: "Ahh."
Ye Heng's eyes signaled the waiter to take a few steps back with the chicken, and began to teach again: "Father."
Little girl: "Ah."
Yeheng: "Father."
Little girl: "Ah."
Yeheng: "Father."
The little girl sat on the table, raised her head, and studied very seriously: "Ah."
Waiter: "..."
It seems to feel some kind of overwhelming and extremely dangerous low pressure.
The waiter took the chicken and silently took a few steps back.
And the little yellow chicken that was still flapping its wings in his hands before, struggling desperately, saying "You scumbag, let me go" also became completely quiet like a chicken.