My iceberg smiled

Chapter 1614 Extra Story 2: Dads' Baby Diary ([-])

A diary is more like a private space for two fathers to encourage and comfort each other.

Anan smiled, and left a message stroke by stroke with a black signature pen under the blue cursive script.

[I think, yes. --South.】

So within a few days, Zhuo Qiu ordered an oversized baby bottle to be delivered.

With the extra-large bottle, Xiao Ling only needs to drink four times a day.

Little Pudding and the others said that this child is different from ordinary children and can eat potato chips. It is because of this that Anan and Zhuo Qiu dared to buy those things.

And they only dare to feed like this at home.

Outside, if people see them directly feeding their children with potato chips, they may scold them for being too irresponsible as fathers, how can they keep eating snacks for children.

Regarding the feeding of potato chips, Anan also summed up a set of experience.

[X day X month X year, Saturday, weather: overcast
Within a week, the number of times Xiao Shuang ate cucumber-flavored potato chips was 4 times, the number of times he ate tomato-flavored potato chips was 5 times, the number of times he ate mustard-flavored potato chips was 6 times, and the number of times he ate chicken stewed mushroom-flavored potato chips was 1 time. The frequency of eating Brazilian barbecue potato chips is 7, and the frequency of eating Laoganma flavor potato chips is 5.

To sum up, Xiaoling is a child with an extremely heavy taste, and he prefers barbecue and spicy flavors. --South.】

[The analysis is really good. Sometimes adults should not give things that children want too much, otherwise once they become dependent, they will be taken for granted in the future. So, I have an idea in my heart. --Autumn.】

[Coincidentally, I also have an idea, I don't know if it's the same as yours. --South.】

[I propose to only wholesale Chicken Stewed Mushroom Flavor Potato Chips in the future. --Autumn.】

[A gentleman sees the same thing! --South.】

So a secret plan started without Xiaoling's knowledge.

For the next month, Xiaoling could only eat chicken stewed mushroom-flavored potato chips with a mild taste.

At first, he didn't feel anything, until he ate this taste for three days in a row...

"Why does it smell like this?" Xiao Ling, who is over one year old, is already very good at running.

The little guy was watching TV on the sofa while eating potato chips. When he tasted the taste of stewed chicken and mushrooms again, he ran towards the snack box in three steps at a time.

Picking up the high edge of the box and looking inside.

Inside are all green bags, the logo of chicken stewed mushrooms.

At first, he thought it was just because this flavor was placed on the top layer, and after eating it, there should be the barbecue flavor he likes at the bottom.

Who would have thought!
Xiaoling: "..."

He turned the snack box upside down, clattering——

All the potato chips were dumped on the ground and scattered all over the place.

It was as if the spring breeze of reform was blowing all over the ground, and it was so green that he panicked.

"Father!" Xiao Ling shouted angrily.

Zhuo Qiu who was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper: "Huh?"

Anan who was cleaning the glass in the room: "Huh?"

The two responded in unison.

Because Xiao Ling didn't call out which father it was, they would have conditioned reflexes when they heard the word "father".

The little guy chose the nearest one, and ran up to Zhuo Qiu, "Father Qiu, what's going on?"

His little short fingers pointed to the green patch on the ground.

Zhuo Qiu pretended not to know: "What's going on?"

At this time, Anan also came out of the room, and put all the green pieces into the box.

Xiao Ling said directly: "I want to eat other flavors! No chicken stew with mushrooms!"

Now Zhuo Qiu hugged the little guy directly on his lap and sat, looked at him, and said helplessly: "There is nothing else, only chicken stewed with mushrooms."

(End of this chapter)