Although the boy had no expression and had a stern face, his eyes were filled with joy and excitement that could not be hidden.
Mother, I have two wishes this year. First, I hope you will not call me Qiao Qiao again in the future. Call me my name and Wen Mu Qiao.Second, I...I want the sword my father showed me a few days ago, and I really like him very much.
When the request was made, the little boy with ice face was a little shy. When he talked about swords, Little Wenmu Qiao's entire little face seemed to be glowing.
Qiao Ruan burst into laughter when her childish pretended to be mature, and her body leaning against Wen Qingxuan was shaking with laughter.
But her eyes were always loving and tolerant when she looked at Wen Muqiao.
OK, I listen to Qiao Qiao.
Wen Muqiao curled his mouth and wanted to defend something, but saw his father's eyes that did not agree to stop him. Thinking of the scene where his father was helping him when he was arguing with his mother in the past, he closed his mouth awkwardly.
My mother made a bowl of longevity noodles for Qiaoqiao today. If Qiaoqiao comes to try it, do you like it or not?
Qiao Ruan smiled and half hugged the stern little boy, and gently pushed him to the table.
A bowl of steaming noodles above the table, and a poached egg was covered in the middle of the slender and round noodles. It was yellow and a few green vegetables were dotted beside it. Wen Muqiao took advantage of Qiao Ruan's time to turn his head and talk to Wen Qingxuan, and quietly leaned over and smelled it.
It smells so good!
He practiced swords when he got up. Wen Muqiao, who had not eaten yet, suddenly became greedy in his belly. He sang the empty city plan and smelled the fragrance coming from the noodle bowl and crawled into his nose.
After all, the child is still young, and Wen Muqiao couldn't help swallowing a big saliva.
Pick up the chopsticks placed on the table and feast on it.
Wen Muqiao followed Wen Qingxuan and didn't like much. He could only practice swordsmanship. At a young age, he was even more enthusiastic about swordsmanship than Wen Qingxuan when he was young.
Whenever a little child mentioned practicing sword, he didn't even need to shout in the morning. He woke up early at 5 o'clock, picked up a wooden sword that Wen Qingxuan cut for him, and waved it seriously with a stern face.
Lift, chop, chop, hook...
Never tire of it.
Wen Muqiao grew up to ten years old. Although his parents were with him, Qiao Ruan was more drowsy than awake. Wen Qingxuan was the one who put his wife first in everything. Relatively speaking, the one who accompanied Wen Muqiao for a longer time might be the small wooden sword he had with him in his hand.
Is it tasty?
The little woman looked at him eating so deliciously, her eyes narrowed with satisfaction and looked at the man.
tasty.
Wen Muqiao didn't raise his head until he ate, sucking the noodles in his mouth.
If it weren't for a good face that looked like Wen Qingxuan, such actions were done by a poor person, it would be indescribable rude.
But in Qiao Ruan's eyes, Wen Muqiao is cute in everything he does.
Master, I want to sleep for a while.
The woman who was still chatting with her child in the last second was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyelids.
The soft body was skillfully taken by the man and picked it up from the waist. The man looked at her with gentle and distressed eyes.
After eating, I'm waiting for me here, I have something to tell you.Wen Qingxuan suddenly stopped holding the little woman back to the room and told Wen Muqiao.
OK, dad.
After finishing the ten-year-old boy eating, he packed up the dishes and sat on the stool with a straight look, recalling the movements his father taught him yesterday, while waiting for his father to come out.
He knew that his father didn't send his mother back to his room to sleep so quickly, and he always had to get in with his mother for a long time.
Wen Muqiao thinks he is already a very mature man.
He can do everything he has taught him, whether it is what his father or mother has assigned him.
The little boy with a bun face couldn't help but think.
Is there anything good today?
Mother, I have two wishes this year. First, I hope you will not call me Qiao Qiao again in the future. Call me my name and Wen Mu Qiao.Second, I...I want the sword my father showed me a few days ago, and I really like him very much.
When the request was made, the little boy with ice face was a little shy. When he talked about swords, Little Wenmu Qiao's entire little face seemed to be glowing.
Qiao Ruan burst into laughter when her childish pretended to be mature, and her body leaning against Wen Qingxuan was shaking with laughter.
But her eyes were always loving and tolerant when she looked at Wen Muqiao.
OK, I listen to Qiao Qiao.
Wen Muqiao curled his mouth and wanted to defend something, but saw his father's eyes that did not agree to stop him. Thinking of the scene where his father was helping him when he was arguing with his mother in the past, he closed his mouth awkwardly.
My mother made a bowl of longevity noodles for Qiaoqiao today. If Qiaoqiao comes to try it, do you like it or not?
Qiao Ruan smiled and half hugged the stern little boy, and gently pushed him to the table.
A bowl of steaming noodles above the table, and a poached egg was covered in the middle of the slender and round noodles. It was yellow and a few green vegetables were dotted beside it. Wen Muqiao took advantage of Qiao Ruan's time to turn his head and talk to Wen Qingxuan, and quietly leaned over and smelled it.
It smells so good!
He practiced swords when he got up. Wen Muqiao, who had not eaten yet, suddenly became greedy in his belly. He sang the empty city plan and smelled the fragrance coming from the noodle bowl and crawled into his nose.
After all, the child is still young, and Wen Muqiao couldn't help swallowing a big saliva.
Pick up the chopsticks placed on the table and feast on it.
Wen Muqiao followed Wen Qingxuan and didn't like much. He could only practice swordsmanship. At a young age, he was even more enthusiastic about swordsmanship than Wen Qingxuan when he was young.
Whenever a little child mentioned practicing sword, he didn't even need to shout in the morning. He woke up early at 5 o'clock, picked up a wooden sword that Wen Qingxuan cut for him, and waved it seriously with a stern face.
Lift, chop, chop, hook...
Never tire of it.
Wen Muqiao grew up to ten years old. Although his parents were with him, Qiao Ruan was more drowsy than awake. Wen Qingxuan was the one who put his wife first in everything. Relatively speaking, the one who accompanied Wen Muqiao for a longer time might be the small wooden sword he had with him in his hand.
Is it tasty?
The little woman looked at him eating so deliciously, her eyes narrowed with satisfaction and looked at the man.
tasty.
Wen Muqiao didn't raise his head until he ate, sucking the noodles in his mouth.
If it weren't for a good face that looked like Wen Qingxuan, such actions were done by a poor person, it would be indescribable rude.
But in Qiao Ruan's eyes, Wen Muqiao is cute in everything he does.
Master, I want to sleep for a while.
The woman who was still chatting with her child in the last second was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyelids.
The soft body was skillfully taken by the man and picked it up from the waist. The man looked at her with gentle and distressed eyes.
After eating, I'm waiting for me here, I have something to tell you.Wen Qingxuan suddenly stopped holding the little woman back to the room and told Wen Muqiao.
OK, dad.
After finishing the ten-year-old boy eating, he packed up the dishes and sat on the stool with a straight look, recalling the movements his father taught him yesterday, while waiting for his father to come out.
He knew that his father didn't send his mother back to his room to sleep so quickly, and he always had to get in with his mother for a long time.
Wen Muqiao thinks he is already a very mature man.
He can do everything he has taught him, whether it is what his father or mother has assigned him.
The little boy with a bun face couldn't help but think.
Is there anything good today?
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