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Chapter 1033 Warm Daily Life

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    Half an hour later.

    On the table.

    Ye Junhao and his son watched silently as their biological mother (grandma) gave all the thirsty and delicious food to Chuchen.

    Look at the breakfast of father and son again.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Mumu's food is well nutritious, not much different from what he eats every day.

    Ye Junhao¡¯s was much worse, a big bowl of white porridge, a boiled egg, and then, it was gone.

    "mom."

    Ye Junhao called his mother, and when her mother looked at him, he said, "Let them prepare our breakfast in the future. It's autumn and it's cold in the morning. Mom, sleep a little longer until the sun comes out and it gets warm."  Mom, get up again."

    "Mom doesn't want to sleep, so she just wants to make something delicious for Chuchen."

    Ye Junhao looked at the bowl of white porridge in front of him silently.

    Yelan noticed.

    Chuchen also noticed it.

    "Why, Mom made it for you, and you still dislike it? If you dislike it, don't eat this bowl of white porridge either."

    Ye Lan used her strength to act out what a doting mother-in-law is like for her daughter-in-law.

    Ye Junhao: "Mom!"

    Then, he ate his porridge in silence.

    Chuchen wanted to share some of her nutritious breakfast with her husband, but her mother-in-law stopped her. She smiled and said, "Mom, Jun Hao doesn't like porridge."

    "You are still picky about food at such an old age? Chuchen, don't spoil him. He usually teaches Mumu not to be picky about food, so he should lead by example and be a good example."

    Ye Junhao: Mom!

    It¡¯s really my mother!

    "That is, on the weekend, when you are at home on vacation, mom will make breakfast for you personally."

    Yelan is also good at choosing time. On weekends, his son doesn¡¯t have to go to work, so it doesn¡¯t matter what he eats. On weekdays, he is busy and tired at work, so he must eat well.

    Mumu was eating his nutritious breakfast while watching his grandma scolding his dad.

    When grandma is not paying attention, he will share some of his breakfast with dad.

    Ye Junhao smiled, touched his son's head, and said warmly: "Mumu, you can eat it by yourself. Dad can just eat plain porridge."

    "Mumu, you are still growing, you need to eat more, your father will not be hungry." Ye Lan noticed his grandson's behavior, and he was happy in his heart, which showed that the child was filial.

    ¡°Grandma, that¡¯s what I don¡¯t like to eat, so I gave it to Dad.¡±

    Mumu found a reason for herself and insisted that her father eat it.

    "Okay, dad, eat it, thank you, Mumu."

    Ye Junhao lovingly touched his son's head again.

    Ye Mu is satisfied.

    After breakfast, as usual, Jun Hao held Chu Chen's hand, and the couple went for a walk in the backyard together, teasing the parrot that had already opened its mouth and said "Wife, Wife, I love you."

    Mumu also wants to follow.

    Chuchen couldn¡¯t bear to reject his son, so he and his wife brought a light bulb between them.

    "Wife, wife, I love you."

    "Like Mice Love Rice."

    When those parrots saw a family of three approaching, they immediately opened their mouths and shouted. Some of them could only shout the first sentence, and some could only shout the second sentence. One after the other, they cooperated perfectly.

    I don¡¯t know how much time a young man spent training several parrots.

    "Parrot."

    As soon as Mumu saw a few little things, she broke away from her father's big hand, trotted under some bird cages, raised her head, and shouted: "Parrot, my name is Mumu, I am Mumu, my name is Mumu."

    "Wife, wife, I love you."

    "I'm not my wife, I'm Mu Mu, call me Mu Mu."

    Mumu repeatedly corrected the parrot¡¯s cries, but the little things could only shout those two love words.

    "Dad, why aren't they called Mumu?" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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