Chapter 773 I am Zhang Fulin 2
The baby becomes cuter and cuter after he is one month old. Now he is already a big baby of several months old. His head is round from sleeping and he looks very smart.
It will also make Aba Aba.
He woke up earlier than Zhang Huaisheng in the morning and smeared his face with saliva.
"You, I really want to throw you away."
Zhang Huaisheng's hand was caught, and the little baby was still struggling on him. He felt that Zhang Huaisheng was playing with him.
Push the baby away, put on his clothes, and hold him to wash.
At about the same time, Ping'an brought over the warm goat milk and they all had breakfast together.
Xiaoguan drank milk, while Zhang Huaisheng and the others ate wontons, mixed noodles, and buns.
At this time, Ping An ate very seriously and carefully.
He can eat this good stuff for the rest of his life.
The young official was in Zhang Huaisheng's arms, drinking milk while staring at his food, wanting to eat.
Or maybe his arm wasn't long enough. He stretched it out but couldn't reach it.
Zhang Huaisheng pretended not to see it, as he couldn't reach it at that distance.
Xiaoguan didn't cry or make a fuss, but the child was quite stubborn and kept reaching out to grab things.
"Why, do you think your arm will grow longer if you stretch it a few more times? Little official, you should read more books, so that you can find out when someone is deceiving you."
Safety:.....
Master Huaisheng is deceiving the young master again.
Little master, if you want to eat it, I will make you a stewed egg when you grow up.
He can do this.
"Master, let me take care of the young master."
Ping'an stretched out his hand. The official looked at this familiar face and was not shy at all, talking in a loud voice.
Zhang Huaisheng went to the front to sit in the hall.
That’s great, there aren’t many people.
As expected, if you have money and free time, and are young and look unreliable, you will reduce your workload.
Ping An spoke seriously to the young master, regardless of whether he understood or not.
“This is the table.”
"what."
“This is the table.”
"what."
“This is a chair.”
"what."
“This is medicinal material.”
"what."
“This is the medicine cabinet.”
"what."
“This is Huahua.”
"Ah ah ah."
Then the flower was crushed, and it was full of flower juice. The young master laughed happily as he crushed the flower with his ruthless hands, and wanted to taste it. Ping'an stopped the young master and took him to wash his hands.
When the young official saw the water, he became even more excited and snapped several times.
Safety:.....
He wiped the water off his face and said, "It's okay," then took the young master away and wiped his hands.
Maybe because he has been running around since he was born, little Zhang Xiaoguan doesn’t like to stay in the house unless he is sleeping.
When awake, be outside or in the yard.
When he gets older, he may not be satisfied with the small yard, and that would be a headache.
While Zhang Huaisheng was thinking about something, an old man came in delivering food.
She fainted at that time and was rescued by Zhang Huaisheng, but there was only one son in the family and they really had no money.
Zhang Huaisheng asked her to bring some food over.
Anyway, it is impossible not to charge money.
He collects vegetables, and the money for the vegetables is also money.
I paid it off with vegetables.
But the old man was very happy, because these days there are many people who fall to the ground and cannot get up.
No one will save you, but if someone saves you, you must learn to be grateful.
If I can’t afford money, she has vegetables, and she knows how to grow them.
When she left, Chen Fugui was waiting at the door to meet his mother.
He remembered Huaisheng Hall.
He knew that his mother's medicine was very expensive, and on the one hand he felt that the other person was being too kind, but on the other hand he was grateful for his kindness.
Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to see his mother.
My dear, I wish you peace.
The next day, there were more cages of crabs in front of the pharmacy.
Zhang Huaisheng raised his eyebrows. The wolf cub was quite grateful.
He likes people who are grateful.
However, this child is quite cute. His face is dirty on purpose, and his fierce eyes make people ignore his appearance.
His children will definitely be good-looking in the future, he has strong genes.
"Yes, little official."
"what."
When Zhang Xiaoguan saw the crabs in the cage, he wanted to reach out, but unfortunately he couldn't reach them.
"That won't work. Don't hold your little hands. You'll cry if they pinch you."
But Zhang Huaisheng’s words were just an “ahhhhh” response from the child.
"Little brat, you are not scolding me, are you?"
After patting his little butt, the official smiled even more happily.
He felt that Zhang Huaisheng was playing a trick on him.
For lunch, we had steamed crabs with ginger, soy sauce, vinegar and chili peppers.
This depends on your own preferences.
The staple food is still mixed noodles. Ping An knows how to make hand-rolled noodles, which are mixed with minced meat, vegetables and eggs. They are very fragrant.
Even the little official had the steamed egg, which was topped with sesame oil and a little soy sauce, and the silly kid who had never eaten it was completely dazzled by the smell.
The first word in life is eat, eat and eat.
Zhang Huaisheng: . . . .
The child's teeth are fine. I checked his pulse and it's fine. Let him eat if he can, rice porridge or something.
Zhang Xiaoguan: Finally, I can live a good life.
When Xiaoguan was three years old, a man came to Huaishengtang.
Zhang Huaisheng felt that he had met his enemy on a narrow road, but he still took the pulse responsibly.
The amnesiac young man glanced at Zhang Huaisheng and continued to be in a daze.
Xiaoguan had secretly walked over, hugged Zhang Huaisheng's legs, and looked up at the two of them with his big innocent eyes.
"people."
"father."
"He is ill."
What the three-year-old official heard most was that if you are sick, you have to drink bitter medicine and get injections.
Fortunately, he is well behaved and doesn’t need it.
The young man looked at him expressionlessly and continued to be in a daze.
While taking the pulse, Zhang Huaisheng glanced at the two fingers.
Yes, that's right, after escaping, he met a member of the amnesia tribe.
So it was the close blood relationship that made him come to him, otherwise it would be terrible if he found his mortal enemy.
However, Zhang Huaisheng has found out the reason why the Zhang family wanted to leave.
"Congenital amnesia."
The young man then looked at him, "How to cure it?"
Zhang Huaisheng: “I can’t.”
"It can only be relieved."
Unless you eat the Ultimate or block the Ultimate signal, you will not lose your memory.
This is stream of consciousness stuff.
"Do you want to take medicine?"
The young man thought for a moment and said, "Eat."
What if it is useful? The main thing is that he feels the person in front of him is friendly.
So the young man went to the backyard and found a room and stayed there.
Zhang Huaisheng: .
If I were Zhang Qishan, you would be dead, believe it or not.
"father."
By the way, there is a small one here. Zhang Huaisheng actually thought that as long as he is not in the service area, Tianshou probably can’t catch up with it.
"Dad is here, what do you want to eat today?"
"Meat, chicken meat."
Xiaoguan became very excited when he talked about this, because he likes chicken the most.
"Little Fox."
"No, it's a minor official."
Zhang Xiaoguan seriously corrected Zhang Huaisheng’s mistake. He was a human, not a fox. Foxes were not delicious, but chickens were delicious.
"Dad is going to make some medicine. See if Brother Ping An has come back."
"it is good."
The official sat on a small stool and looked outside.
"Young Master, you are back safely."
Ping An saw a little man sitting at the door from a distance, and guessed that it was the young master.
The roast chicken from Cuiwei Tower came out today, and Zhang Huaisheng asked him to buy some as a meal.
Sure enough, the little foodie stared at the food box with shining eyes. It smelled like meat, super delicious.