Chapter 334 Big Treasure and Second Treasure

Erbao rubbed his eyes, pouted his mouth, and protested angrily: "Don't call me Erbao, call me Lulu!"

"Okay Erbao! Yes Erbao! No problem Erbao!"

Erbao: "..."

She half-opened her eyes and let Wen Niannian carry her into the bathroom.

Wen Niannian stuffed the small electric toothbrush into her daughter's mouth, and wiped her face with a wrung wet towel.

After washing up, Wen Niannian put on a pink princess dress and white lace stockings for her daughter. Her long black hair was in natural curls, and her bangs were fixed with bow-knot hairpins, revealing a smooth and full forehead.

When Wen Niannian led Erbao downstairs, the servant had already prepared breakfast, and Wen Juanye and Dabao were sitting at the table waiting for them.

Erbao climbed onto the chair and sat down, and smiled sweetly at Wen Junye: "Good morning, uncle!"

When she smiled, she looked like Wen Niannian, with curved eyes and a small dimple at the corner of her mouth, very cute and lovable.

Wen Juanye couldn't help pinching her face: "Good morning, my little princess!"

Erbao likes to be called Little Princess the most, she smiles shyly.

Compared with Erbao's lively and cheerful, Dabao seemed much more restrained and calm. He ate his sandwich quietly without making a sound.

Erbao didn't like vegetables, so she picked out all the vegetable leaves from the sandwich and threw them on the plate without eating them. As for the vegetable salad in the glass bowl, she didn't even touch it.

Wen Niannian frowned: "Mu Erbao, don't be picky!"

Erbao put down his fork and said angrily, "Don't call me Mu Erbao! My name is Mu Chaolu. You can call me Lulu or Little Princess, but don't call me Erbao!"

She has always felt that this name is very silly, especially when it is called together with the first and last name, it makes her feel that she is not a lady at all.

Wen Niannian put some vegetable salad on her plate and said, "If you want me not to call you Erbao, unless you finish eating these vegetables first."

Erbao strives to gain power for himself: "I don't like eating vegetables!"

Wen Juanye tried to make peace with Mui: "It's fine if she doesn't like food, children are like this, and it will be fine when they grow up."

It was because of her uncle's dependence that Erbao often confronted Wen Niannian. Wen Niannian could tolerate small things, but this was related to the child's physical nutrition, and she definitely could not tolerate it.

Wen Niannian said: "Girls who don't like to eat vegetables will grow up to be fat in the future."

Erbao loves beauty the most, and when he heard that he would become a big fat man, he was immediately frightened into a circle.

Wen Niannian surfed the Internet with her mobile phone, showed her some photos of fat people, and repeatedly emphasized: "If you don't eat properly, your body will be unbalanced in nutrition, and after a long time, you will grow into fat people like them." , I can no longer wear a beautiful princess dress."

Seeing that she spoke clearly and logically, Erbao couldn't help but believe what she said, and didn't dare to picky eaters anymore, so he quickly buried himself in eating vegetables.

Seeing her daughter being fooled by success, Wen Niannian cast a smug look at Wen Junye.

Wen Juanye smiled helplessly.

"I'm full." Dabao put down the knife and fork, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, calmly.

Wen Niannian immediately said, "Is one sandwich enough? Shall I add some mushroom soup for you?"

"No need, these are enough." Dabao is very principled in everything he does, even for breakfast, he has his own amount, and he must not eat more than this amount.

Before mother and uncle finished eating, Dabao didn't leave first, and he still sat obediently at the dining table, drinking water in small sips.

 Thank you for not understanding deshang, spring’s reward, I love you~(づ ̄3 ̄)づ╭?~

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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