West Yard.
Shen Wei and the two younger ones are having a meal, and the atmosphere is good.
"Mom... Eat..." The little chopsticks were held up in the air, trying to reach the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs in front of Shen Hun.
"Okay. But wait a minute."
The little girl nodded and took the chopsticks back.
Shen Hou removed the bones, leaving only the meat, and then tore the meat into small pieces, and put them in the little girl's bowl.
Following the same steps, she gave Zan Zan Nang again.
Usually, the dishes are picked by Shenhou, but after putting them in two small bowls, it is their job to eat them in their mouths.
In comparison, Zan Zan's posture of holding chopsticks is relatively stable and his hands are not shaking. This should be related to his frequent sandbags and horizontal bars, and his arm strength has been fully exercised.
The little girl is worse, the chopsticks are not tightly grasped, so she prefers to use a spoon. Shen Hou waited for her to use the spoon and forced her to use chopsticks. This was not long after the beginning, so she was not very proficient.
Several times, she slumped her mouth to cry, and was about to shame her, so Shen Wei just couldn't see it.
She herself felt boring for the performance that might not have been watched. In the end, she gave up anxiously and continued to fight with the chopsticks in her hand, her face blushing.
In this way, it is impossible not to sprinkle the rice, but she saw a pile of white rice grains on the side of her bowl, densely packed with oil on it, and occasionally some meat residue.
Hands and clothes were also soiled.
Shen Hou didn't criticize, scolded, didn't even mention it. There is always a process for children to learn to eat. It is normal to sprinkle at first, but it will be better gradually.
So she doesn't think there is anything as a mother.
But the little girl couldn't bear it anymore, she looked at her side, and then at the end of praise.
One was dirty and smelly, with oily hands and mouth.
One is clean, refreshing and refreshing, and you can even pick up dishes yourself.
As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.
"Wow -" Sometimes the girl's collapse is only a moment.
Shen Wei was stunned, stunned.
The little girl started to cry, and all the food and vegetables that had not been swallowed when she opened her mouth rolled out and fell into her saliva pocket.
"Oh, why are we Qingqing crying?"
Song Zhen came in at this moment and was not afraid of getting her clothes dirty. She picked up the little girl and put it in her arms, wiped her tears with one hand, and gently squeezed her with the other hand, with some comfort. , The meaning of light coax.
The little girl didn't care about crying, she stared at Song Zhen stunnedly, familiar but familiar, otherwise he would not be allowed to hug him, but she didn't know who this person was and what she should call him.
Song Zhen could see what was thinking in her little head at a glance: "Hey, my name is Uncle."
The girl's first reaction was not to call someone, but to see Shen Hun.
It can be seen that I was taught very well.
Shen Hou had already cleaned up the mess on the table, received the little girl's gaze, and reached out to her.
The little girl rushed towards her without any hesitation, relied on and cried out aggrievedly: "Mom..."
"why cry?"
"Um..." squatted his mouth.
"speak."
"I don't want to use chopsticks..."
"The reason?"
"It's not easy to use." The milk sounded milky.
"So you won't eat anymore?"
"Huh?" The little mouth opened into an "O" shape, "I want to eat, I want to eat..."
Shen Hou: "How can I eat without chopsticks?"
"...There are spoons and spoons."
"Then if there is no spoon and only chopsticks, can you still eat it?"
How could there be no spoon? As long as my mother gives it to her, there will be it!
The little girl thought very clearly in her mind, but her language was limited and she couldn't express it completely, so her eyes were flushed with anxiety.
Song Zhen twisted his eyebrows, as if he didn't agree with Shen Wei's education method, but he didn't say anything.
Seeing that the little guy was about to drop the golden beans again, the woman not only didn't coax, but her whole face sank: "Don't cry."
Song Zhen's disapproval was even worse.
What does the two-year-old baby know? If the threats and warnings were useful, then there would be no such creatures as "bear children" in the world.
But the next second, don’t slap your face too fast—
I saw the little girl who originally wanted to cry, after Shen Hou's words, her tears were still rolling in her eyes, but she waited and waited until the tears dried up and evaporated, but still did not fall.
If you don't cry, you really don't cry.
Song Zhen: "?"
Shen Hou didn't even look at him. All the attention was on the little girl, "Can you sit down and continue eating now?"
Sniffing and nodding: "Yes."
"Okay." Shen Hun put her back in place, took a bowl again, and picked up the dishes for her.
At this time, the little girl stopped crying or making trouble, stopped, and continued to stumbling and stumbling to eat with chopsticks.
Shen Wei turned his eyes to Song Zhen and smiled slightly: "The sky is not over yet, so Mr. Song should have gone wrong this time, right?"
"No." He was honest.
The woman raised her eyebrows and waited quietly.
"I'm here to find you."
"how can I help you?"
Song Zhen Yuguang scanned the two children: "Go out and talk?"
"... ... it is good."
There is an open space in front of the west courtyard with stone tables and stools, and a small garden next to it.
Facing the evening breeze, Shen Hou subconsciously raised his hand to close the coat on his shoulders.
Song Zhen watched her every move and thought flashed across her face.
From appearance to temperament, this woman was not like the woman who came out of Fengyue Place.
Let me ask, how could a lady sitting on the stage inadvertently reveal everyone's demeanor