The creation god An'an's group pet went through a life of calamity

"Hmm," Murong Chenyu calmly agreed.

The two brothers also arrived and both sat in their places.

The old couple saw that their sons who were not busy and at home were still sitting obediently, the old couple nodded with satisfaction, and saw An An sitting in the baby dining chair with a smile on his face and quickly walked over to sit down, but today the boss told us that when he didn't go to work today, he couldn't react, and he was a little shocked, after all, a workaholic with a daughter is different.

After the master was seated, the maid who waited a few meters away from the table brought water to everyone to wash his hands, An An was washed by his father himself, and he was bringing a new small pocket that was different from the last time, and when he finished washing his hands, the maid went down with the basin and walked out of the pavilion.

Today's breakfast has also been served one after another, and in front of An An is a bowl of calcium-supplemented broccoli lean porridge, a bowl of purple sweet potato pumpkin porridge, depending on which bowl An An likes to eat.

An An took the spoon and watched the maid sister put two bowls of porridge in front of her, and began to move.

Unexpectedly, what is different today is that he actually ate the taste, An An widened his eyes and ate again, and in an instant meteor showers began to fall in his eyes, and the stars began to eat one bite after another, squinting his eyes happily.

The Murong family had a rule that the food on the table must not be wasted, otherwise they would be locked up with the elders to practice with them.

When the whole family was young, the most closed was Little Six, and it was not until Little Six grew up to eat well and not waste food.

An An is different, I don't know what An An likes and what the taste is, so I used this method, whether I like sweet or salty.

I, the dad, will take care of the rest.

Everyone who knew Murong Chenyu's habits: ......... What about hygiene?

Murong Chenyu: Why do you want to be clean in front of An An, run away from home, and wait for it to come back.

When the six people were eating, An An wanted to share it with his father, so he picked up a small spoon with gold and closed hands with his own small meat hand, put a spoonful of porridge and sent it to his father.

An An said in a milky voice: "Dad, ah~" After speaking, he opened his mouth and looked at his father with those eyes full of stars in the sky.

Everyone at the table and the servants standing next to them all glanced at each other when they heard the voice, and when they saw the current situation, they all tensed up and thought, if the eldest (eldest brother, the head of the family) is angry and knocks An An's spoon off, he will definitely ...

Suddenly, everyone watched as the eldest (eldest brother, the head of the family) who had dyed 50% of the vices of the overlord personally fed An An (the eldest miss) so that the porridge noodles did not change color... Ate it... Eaten.

And cooperated.

But An An (eldest miss) is fine, this is the only young lady of the Murong family, old cherished, and the table is warm again.

Want to feed An An to eat, Murong Chenyu suddenly had this idea in his mind, but An An didn't seem to let himself feed An An without eating, then.

Murong Chenyu finished the rice in his bowl elegantly and without losing speed, put down the bowl and chopsticks, picked up the wet tissue next to him and wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at An An was still fighting with the spoon, and smiled fondly.

"An An's father, how about feeding you," Murong Chenyu said expectantly to discuss with An An.

"Good," An An said happily, picking up the bowl of broccoli lean porridge with both hands and handing it to his father.

Murong Chenyu took over and began to feed An An beautifully, and the corners of his mouth that were raised happily couldn't help it, but he really looked good when he smiled, especially the tear mole that was the icing on the cake.

After feeding this bowl of porridge, I felt that An An should eat enough before he stopped unconsciously, looked at another bowl of porridge, and wrote down that An An porridge did not like sweet.

Directly take the bowl of porridge and drink it in one gulp.

Use a wet paper towel to wipe An An's face clean, take off the pocket and put it on the table, and then take An An out.