My Third Gentleman

Chapter 1877 New Year's Eve (5)

"Grandpa, how do you pronounce this word? Where do you want to hang it?"

Baby Yuan Yuan clicked the ink that hadn't dried completely, and Bai Shengsheng's round fingers turned black in an instant.

"This is a traditional ten thousand characters, this Huai Chunnian does everything-things-like-meaning, does Yuan Yuan know what this means?"

Mu Baichuan took a tissue to help Xiao Jin Sun wipe the ink off his hand, and asked.

The clever baby Yuanyuan nodded and blinked with big eyes, "Well, Yuanyuan knows these words are good words. If you want to say good intentions during the Chinese New Year, everything goes well is that everything can go well, is that true? ?"

Mu Baichuan stroked the few remaining beards and smiled so that his eyes became a line. His golden grandson is smart.

"Yuan Yuan is very clever and right."

The little guy Gu Lulu turned his big eyes a few times, and raised his small fist at Mu Baichuan, "Na Yuanyuan wishes Grandpa good health and all the best."

"Okay, oh, my little golden grandson." Mu Baichuan couldn't wait to hold Xiaoroudun in his arms and kiss him, but the weight of Xiaoroudun could not be carried by the elderly.

"Grandpa, can you teach me to write?"

"Good good..."

Mu Yuhao ran to the restaurant for breakfast long ago, and came over with the fried dough sticks in his mouth. He heard Yuan Yuan’s baby coaxing grandpa out of sight. He was ashamed. He was born from Yuan Yuan’s baby. The status plummeted.

Wushuang and Mu Jinchen looked at each other, and they all saw the color of satisfaction in each other's eyes. It is no wonder that the whole family loves this precious son. He is naughty and greedy on weekdays, but looking at his serious and focused appearance in writing, he picked it up. The brushes are still pretty, and he is just a milk doll who is almost four years old.

"Oh, grandpa, take a look." Mu Baichuan picked up the calligraphy that Yuan Yuanbao imitated, and nodded, "It's much better than your uncle when he was a kid, but it's so true."

Baby Yuan Yuan smiled humbly, her eyes lit up, "So grandpa should reward Yuan Yuan with an ice cream?"

Mu Baichuan glanced at the young couple not far away, and shook his head, "It won't work today. Can I eat tomorrow?"

Yuan Yuanbao flattened his mouth, and he guessed it was like this, "Well, grandpa will continue to teach Yuan Yuan to write. I want to post it in my room and give him a gift from God."

Mu Baichuan touched the little head of his dear grandson. He is a really good boy. Generally speaking, he will not be self-willed about things that adults disagree with.

"Come on, let's write a fast growing up..."

Mu Jinchen took Wushuang to walk in the garden. The bare kapok trees were still so burly, but they didn't bloom until March and April.

Wushuang learns from Mu Zhilan and records Yuan Yuan's height next to Mu Jinchen's height scale every year.

"Yuanyuan is not as tall as you were when you were a child. It is the fourth time during the Lantern Festival, Mr. Mu, would you say Yuanyuan grows or not?"

Mu Jinchen couldn't help being a little funny. With his and Wushuang genes, how could Yuan Yuan not grow taller?

"No, you see, he is as tall as Yu Hao, Yu Hao was also round when he was a child, but he is not as tall as me now."

Little women love to worry about.

Wushuang nodded his head, "Yes, I knew I wouldn't name him Yuan Yuan. You see, he is still round now."

(End of this chapter)