She slowly reached out and took the medicine I gave her. At this moment, there seemed to be a little more tears in her serious expression. Then she looked up at me and said "thank you"
Then he turned away from me.
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Chapter one hundred and sixty-five You will be a good mother
At noon, Yan Jiaxin finally called me. She had got up and wanted me to go to a small apartment building for dinner. Yan Jiaxin was wearing a small beige dress with a file in her hand. The sun was just right for this noon to eat some sexual food.
I walked up to her and there was a child beside her. I asked her, "Who is this child?"
Yan Jiaxin touched the little boy’s head and said, "This child is Lou Zhangjie. She heard that I am good at art and wanted me to teach Xiaobao. She just brought the child to me this afternoon and her mother went out to work again. I want to take this child to dinner."
I nodded. "So you are going to teach this child art"
"Teaching him to paint or sing can be regarded as adding a little fullness every day. Of course, when Zhang Jie is also quite good, she will send me some dishes brewed in her hometown from time to time and teach me a lot of cooking skills, which can be said to help each other."
Yan Jiaxin pulled Xiaobao out of the car. At noon, we came to a new hot restaurant in the city center and sat down. Xiaobao flashed his eyes and asked me, "Uncle, are you an aunt’s boyfriend?"
"What do you think?" I asked him back.
"no"
"what"
Xiaobao said innocently, "You are so ugly and so beautiful that your aunt will definitely not like you."
Yan Jiaxin burst into laughter when Xiao Bao said this, and then echoed Xiao Bao’s words. It is true that I am much uglier than Yan Jiaxin, but in my impression, there seems to be few people who can compare with Yan Jiaxin, except the girl who saw ice cream in the ice cream shop and Yan Jiaxin’s mother and aunt.
When eating, Xiaobao was very childish. Both sides of his mouth were covered with vegetable oil. Yan Jiaxin took a paper towel to help him wipe it. After that, Xiaobao smiled at Yan Jiaxin and said, "Auntie, are you my girlfriend?"
"What do you say?" Yan Jiaxin wondered at him.
"Because I think it’s usually boyfriends and boyfriends who wipe their mouths, you and I must treat me as your boyfriend."
I suddenly feel a little guilty about some misleading things in Xiaobao’s logic and TV play, because in this society, many things will be directly shown in the TV play, which will mislead people on a certain basis, just like Yan Jia Xin wiping Xiaobao’s mouth. In many cases, this move can indeed be regarded as an intimate ambiguous move, but in the thinking with such a big age gap, it is a love move for children, and for children of Xiaobao’s age, they are simply convinced that maybe the world of children is so naive, but such innocence is of good or bad quality. Less in our society, there is no such simple thought and single quality in everyone’s conversation.
Yan Jiaxin smiled at Xiao Bao and replied, "Xiao Bao, wiping your mouth like this has another meaning in many cases. If your mother is sitting next to you today, she will do the same to you because it is a kind of love for you and belongs to the love of the elders for the younger generation."
Xiaobao looked at Yan Jiaxin with a puzzled look, picked up chopsticks and continued to eat. Seeing this, I suddenly had a picture in my mind. If I could sit at a small table with a warm white light, she would love our child so much and do everything just now. How wonderful it would be.
"What’s the matter with you? Why have you been looking at me?" Yan Jiaxin found that I had been focusing on her. She asked me curiously. Xiaobao hurriedly inserted "There must be food because of my aunt’s face."
"Really?" Yan Jiaxin touched her face. If she eats like Xiao Bao, it is not so clean. There is such a small white rice grain beside her mouth.
After dinner, Yan Jiaxin told me to send Xiaobao to her mother first. Xiaobao’s mother sells beds. Xiaobao is usually busy at her aunt’s house. Today, when her aunt is away, she temporarily put it here.
From Xiaobao’s mother’s mouth, I learned that Xiaobao’s father had an accident one month after Xiaobao was born, and left to raise Xiaobao. She gave up the shopkeeper and devoted herself to raising Xiaobao. Before she grew up, she bought a small restaurant by herself, but because Xiaobao’s father died, she didn’t choose to go to the restaurant. The purpose was to let Xiaobao and she both have a place to live. Over the years, she struggled to make Xiaobao grow up. The wrinkles on her face made me feel a little distressed, even though she was a few years older than us, but her face looked so much older.
"Thank you, Xiaoyan. Thank you for taking care of Xiaobao for me today. If you come to my place tonight sometimes, Zhang Jie will cook a good meal for you." Zhang Jie looked at Yan Jiaxin with a very grateful eye and grabbed her hand. Thank you.
Yan Jiaxin patted her hand and replied, "It’s okay, Zhang Jie. It’s a small matter. Xiaobao is also very good and clever. I can remember that I am willing to teach him a lot if I have the opportunity."
Zhang Jie was delighted to hear that her child was praised. The flower child is the driving force for her to support for so long. Everyone hopes that her flowers can become talents and achieve success. Although Xiaobao is a 5-year-old child, she is the heart of her mother.
Sister Zhang came to our side and brought us some special hometown dishes. "Take it home and try it. It tastes good. If you like, I’ll bring you some when I go home next time."
Yan Jiaxin is very grateful to take a look at it. It is some characteristics of dried fish and dried vegetables. Even at first glance, I can imagine that it is made with my heart.
"Thank you, Sister Zhang"
After leaving Xiaobao’s mother’s shop, Yan Jiaxin boxed all these dried vegetables. As I walked towards her, I said, "I think you have great potential as a mother."
"What do you want to represent?" She looked at me with a wonderful look.
I touched the hardcover box in my pocket, and I held it in my hand. Maybe I should find a suitable opportunity to show her everything.
I looked up and smiled. "I think so. I’ll make money and you’ll take care of the children. I’m sure you’ll be the best mother."
Yanjiaxin corners of the mouth smiled slightly and walked straight to the front.
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Chapter one hundred and sixty-six The warmest power
It was already midnight when I came to the bar. As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw several more food inspection vehicles outside the bar. When I saw this, Yan Jiaxin and I suddenly had a bad feeling in my mind, and I quickly went in from the door to see a lot, but the original point would have a musical carnival but it was as flustered as silence.
As soon as we came in, the bar staff quickly came to us and said, "Boss, you are here."
I nodded at him, and then I looked at several single people with white reports in their hands. One of the leaders came up to us and said, "You are the owner of the bar, right? We are from the health inspection bureau. So we got the news that there are some hidden dangers in your drinks, and your bar has sold drinks to other bars privately, which caused poisoning. I want to investigate the bar now."
After these people were inspected, I once again went up to the leader and said, "Where can the leader legally operate here, what food quality is not guaranteed? Besides, we have already sold people without permission. How can I show this?"
The leader glared at me as if he didn’t want me to say too much. He simply said a few words, "Let’s check first."
Seeing that I was directly rebuffed by a word, Yan Jiaxin also walked over, but the situation was still the same. There was no way for the bar to start this night, and I don’t know how long it would take for it to be a head.
Yan Jiaxin and I sat in the moat with a depressed face, and the cold wind blew on our faces like a knife. I don’t know why this happened suddenly. This bar can be said that we people hope that now there is such a big problem in my hands. I really don’t know how to solve it.
Turning around, she looked at me with a serious expression. I put my hand in the middle and said, "You forgot to take your medicine."
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