Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

After a serious illness, the appetite of the little horn became visible to the naked eye. Everyone watched him smacking his lips after eating the pig's trotters and drinking the soup.

"Dad, no, is there little milk?"

Ah, little milk.

Feng Tingyun looked at his wife as if asking for help. Wei Xue hesitated, but at the insistence of the baby, he still let him drink the little milk he wanted to drink, but was afraid that he could not digest it, so she didn't dare to let him drink more.

The checkup result came out early the next morning. As the doctor had judged, the baby is now in good physical condition and can be discharged from the hospital.

The family regards taking the baby out of the hospital as a major event, and the whole family is here.

This time I was hospitalized but it scared everyone out. When I was discharged, I felt that this was simply God's pity.

Little Horn holds the little cow doll in his left hand and his hospital gown in his right hand.

He seems to have a deep love for everything related to the little cow, and even the little cow’s sick gown must be taken home. Everyone pampers him and naturally depends on him.

The healthy little horn walked forward arrogantly, his short legs upside down.

Feng Hao watched silently behind him, thinking it was time to arrange transportation for his younger brother.

Feng's family lives in the villa area. At first, they wanted to live in the country for the sake of Little Horn's body. It might be better for Little Horn's body to be able to breathe fresh air.

However, after considering various reasons such as medical conditions and transportation, he gave up, kept quiet, and bought the house here.

Old man Feng lives in the old house by himself, and comes over to amuse his grandson when he is fine.

The little speaker was carried into the room by his brother Feng Hao, and he blinked and looked at the big house.

Aunt Zhang was very happy to see the young master being discharged from the hospital, "Little speaker is back."

The baby is grinning, very cute.

Secretly speaking, you have to rest first, but the little speaker is in good spirits and refuses to sleep.

Feng Hao took the initiative to play with him. Before, his younger brother seemed to be fragile porcelain, and Feng Hao did not dare to approach him, but his younger brother seemed to be a lot more lively this time he was discharged from the hospital.

Wei Xue looked at this scene with satisfaction, Cui Shumin folded her hands and bowed, "Our baby will definitely get better and better in the future."

If you don’t die in a catastrophe, you will be blessed. This time the baby can survive the death sentence. Everyone believes that this is a sign of improvement.

The three-year-old baby never went to kindergarten due to physical reasons. Feng Hao and him showed him photos of his game the other day.

The picture shows Feng Hao holding a small plane in his hand. It was the National Science and Technology Competition for Primary and Middle School Students. Feng Hao won the first prize.

The little speaker pointed at Feng Hao in the photo and called to his brother.

Feng Hao enthusiastically introduced him to his small plane, the small horn's eyes rolled, chicken? Fat chicken?

It must be delicious.

So Feng Hao heard the sound of drooling, he looked at his brother in surprise, the little horn raised his face, "Baby eats chicken."

Eat chicken, eat chicken, eat chicken, baby must eat chicken.

This coincides with Aunt Zhang's idea. The patient who has just been discharged from the hospital just needs to eat chicken to make up for it. Chicken soup boiled with Chinese medicinal materials was simmered on the stove, and Aunt Zhang immediately went to serve a small bowl of small horn as soon as she heard the chicken.

The clear chicken soup has no oil on it, and there are two medlars floating on it.

One large drumstick was in the bowl, and the other drumstick was in Feng Hao's bowl.

Aunt Zhang treats the host's two children as her own, and is always fair, and there is no shortage of who is missing.

Feng Hao is not hungry. Besides, didn't he have breakfast?

But no matter how many small horns are, he grabbed the drumstick and delivered it to his mouth, which was still hot.

Wei Xue was startled and wanted to blow for him, but the little horn was extremely protective of food.

Well, she has discovered since yesterday's trotters, the little horn is now very obsessed with food.

A chicken leg was quickly wiped out by the small horn, and his hands were sticky, so he sat on the ground and stretched his neck to drink the soup in the bowl.

Feng Hao silently pushed his untouched chicken legs to him, "Brother, you eat."

Little Speaker says "Grateful" in his left eye and "Love you" in his right eye.

Feng Hao was flashed by the light in his eyes, eating and drinking enough to sleep, this is Xiao Trump's rule of life.

But Feng Hao knew that he couldn't sleep just after eating, but the little horn that was still alive just now has his upper eyelid attached to his lower eyelid.

Feng Hao felt that it was time for him to take responsibility as the eldest brother. He crossed him from the armpit of the little horn, "Mom and Dad, I took my brother upstairs to play."

The little short legs of the little horn are fluttering, why are they flying into the air? The baby is going down.

Now it's time to have lunch. The little speaker has eaten, but the family hasn't eaten yet. Wei Xue sent the two children up and spread the quilt of the little horn by the way, "After playing with his brother, let him rest for a while. Will you come down to eat?"

Feng Hao nodded, "Don't worry, mother."

The eldest son was very relieved in Wei Xue. The little speaker was placed on the carpet, and he was confused and a little sleepy.

Feng Hao clicked on the Xuan'er above his head, and he raised his head to see what was touching him. When he saw Feng Hao, he smiled sweetly and called his brother, and then went to sleep with his head tilted.

Feng Hao held his head to tempt him, "Do you want to meet the little cow? Do you want a cart?"

How can the little horn resist the little cow? His eyes widened and he became sober instantly, and he couldn't say anything when he was excited, "Brother, give it to me, Xiao Lai Liu?"

Feng Hao nodded, "I'll be off for summer vacation in two days. I'll take you to see the little cow at that time."

"Wow." The little speaker showed starry eyes, and my brother was really nice.

He asked excitedly, "Does Xiao Lai Liu welcome the baby?"

Feng Hao knew that the cows were raised on the ranch, as long as the ranch owner agreed. As for whether the little cows were welcome or not, it was really a problem.

But looking at the appearance of the little horn, Feng Hao didn't want to say that he didn't know. He nodded, "The little cow will welcome you."

The little horn sucked his saliva, "I'm going to drink Xiao Liulai, will he welcome me too?"

Feng Hao felt that this was too much, and the bull might kick you.

Little horn couldn't get a response and asked excitedly, "Is it okay?"

Feng Hao scratched his head, "We can go buy milk."

"Then when are we going." According to the baby, it is best to go now. He just ate the big drumsticks and needs some little milk to moisturize his throat.

The big chicken thigh is for eating, and the little milk is for drinking. It's a perfect match.

Feng Hao probably disappointed him, "I'm going to school tomorrow, and I only have time on vacation."

The baby has never been to school, and the baby is illiterate.

"When is the elder brother on holiday?"

"It's about a month or so."

A month? One is less, that month must have passed by in a swish.

The little horn stretched out his little finger, "That hook hook."

"We will go in a month."

Feng Hao felt that this was a little naive, but for the sake of his younger brother, let's be naive.

The two pulled the hook and pressed their thumbs together. As soon as the series was over, the little horn said, "Brother, is one month here?"