Today is Sunday, and both kids are at home.
When Bai Haoxue was sending Ji Hanyu to the car, Little Beiting and Little Wolf Child were standing nearby.
Little Beiting said, "Dad, you don't need to tell me, I'll be good and listen to big sis, just remind Wolf Child."
Ji Hanyu: "..."
Little Wolf Child: "..."
"You short legs, your face is getting thicker and thicker," Ji Hanyu pinched Little Beiting's face, "From now on, eat one less chicken leg each day, or drink one less bottle of yogurt. Choose one, no other options."
Before Little Beiting could wail, Ji Hanyu had already cut off his retreat.
Little Beiting immediately drooped his little head, showing the baby had a bit of a mood.
"As for you, little rascal," Ji Hanyu ruffled Little Wolf Child's head, "you need to eat more. You're a man, and your appetite is less than a girl of your age; you'll get laughed at, understand?
But don't overdo it, don't learn from short legs, he's just a rice bucket."
Little Beiting: "..."
