My iceberg smiled

Chapter 155 She's Not Dumb
The old lady Han looked at Han Qianxiao with her head lowered and said nothing, she couldn't help wondering: "What's the matter? Don't you like the name your elder brother Chen gave you?"

Han Qianxiao raised her eyes, quickly shook her head, and then nodded again.

Han Mochen translated: "She doesn't dislike it, she likes it very much."

Mrs. Han: "..."

Old Man Han: "..."

Listening to Han Mochen's words, Fang Ci felt a little complacent for some reason, as if he could read the little guy's mind so well.

Fang Ci said to Mrs. Han: "This little guy's nickname is Little Pudding, Grandma Han."

"Little Pudding?" Mrs. Han was taken aback for a moment.

Then he laughed loudly and said: "Good pudding, good pudding, this is the dessert for Chen'er every meal, haha, it seems that Chen'er really likes this little guy, and he actually picked one of his favorites for the little guy." The name of my favorite dessert, I will call it this nickname from now on."

Han Mochen didn't want to explain, he didn't pick up this nickname at all.

And why he suddenly likes to eat pudding, the reason is only known to him.

It's not all because of...

she likes.

Han Mochen put his eyes on the little guy in Mrs. Han's arms, and said indifferently: "Grandma, Xiaoxiao...she can't talk."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the elegant room.

And a chess piece that Mr. Han was just about to drop fell on the chessboard with a "ding", and then rolled to the floor.

Old Master Han slightly opened his old but energetic eyes, staring blankly at Han Qianxiao for a while.

Her lips moved: "Chen'er, you said just now that this child is dumb?"

Han Mochen immediately vetoed: "She is not."

Fang Ci is speechless: "..." If you can't speak, you are dumb?It's just that Han Mochen doesn't like other people talking about the little guy.

Looking at Han Mochen's stubborn expression of "she's not dumb, I didn't say that", Fang Ci let out a long sigh.

Explained to the two elders for him: "Grandpa Han, Grandma Han, it's like this. Little Pudding survived a fire. He might be able to talk before, but after the smoke from the fire choked him, he was hurt again. Excitement, maybe... uh, I can't talk for a while."

Well, temporarily.

Fang Ci felt that the vocabulary he added was in place, at least when he glanced at Han Mochen's face, he found that the other's expression was not so cold.

Han Qianxiao: I am not choked by the thick smoke!I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

These words can only be clamored in the heart, and cannot be told to these people.

Regarding the fact that there is an extra brain zero in my mind, if I tell it, others will not believe it.

At this time, Zero was gnawing on potato chips leisurely in the space of his mind.

Accompanied by the sound of gnawing potato chips, Zero said: "Don't worry, you will definitely be able to talk when I upgrade soon, and you won't be a little dumb by then."

"Go away! You can shut up, you!"

If she doesn't know that it will take several years for this mentally retarded system to upgrade to a level, she will be a fool.

……

After listening to Fang Ci's explanation, Mrs. Han felt even more pity for this little guy.

With tears in his eyes, he said: "Little Pudding has suffered a lot at such a young age. From now on, when you become elder brothers, treat him well, and you, old man, don't play with your chess pieces. You have to treat this kid as a pawn." Just like your own grandson, you have to treat them all equally, do you hear me?"

Old Master Han didn't dare to make a sound, put down the chess pieces, and nodded repeatedly.

Han Mochen: "..." Grandma, Fang Ci is an uncle, not a brother.

Fang Ci: "..." I feel that Grandpa Han is as obedient as a chick in front of Grandma Han, and Grandma Han is mighty.

(End of this chapter)