She couldn't help reminding: "You don't have to keep a sullen face all the time, they are very cheerful, and anyone can play together."
This should be the so-called social bullying syndrome!
After Zhang Mo heard this, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, and his eyes became more gentle.
"dad!"
"dad!"
While the two were talking, two children crawled over, and one of them grabbed one trouser leg and called Dad.
Hearing these two calls of father, no matter how strict Zhang Mo is, he can't be strict now. He looked at the two children in surprise, a little in disbelief.
"Theywill they call mom and dad?"
Li Yanling nodded: "Grandparents, uncles, and sisters have already learned these things. Dad only taught them recently. They have their brains as you like, and they are very smart."
Genetics is one aspect, and on the other hand, she thinks that there may be the influence of spring water, and the IQ of the two children will really not be low.
Zhang Mo was really happy. He picked up a child in one hand, and couldn't help but smile on his face: "Call again."
"dad!"
"Papa, Papa!" The second child was very smart, and seeing Zhang Mo so happy, he yelled twice.
Zhang Mo happily took the two children out to see the fruit trees. Many fruit trees were planted inside and outside the yard, including pomegranate grapes, and later apple, peach and pear trees. Now is the season when pear blossoms and peach blossoms are in full bloom, and some flowers are growing outside.
The fruit trees were only planted last year, and they haven't bloomed yet, so there aren't many flowers. When they bloom next year, there will probably be more flowers.
Although there are not many, these flowers make the camp full of vitality, so everyone likes it very much.
The father and son went out three times, and the teachers couldn't help but follow them.
Of course Li Yanling would not stop it, she hoped that father and son could communicate more. She had nothing to do, so she went to cook with Han Gao and the others.
She brought out the cured pig's trotters and sausage bacon, and said they were sent from home.
Han Gao is stewing chicken here! Pang Hu and the others hunted and heard that they had caught a lot of good things, so they gave them two.
Han Gao said happily: "I will stew chicken for the two children, the stew is rotten, let them eat well!"
"Yes, the pig's trotters have not been stewed for enough time, and the two children can't eat it. Forget it. As for the sausage and bacon, the two children will definitely not be able to eat it, so let's not make it."
Li Yanling: ""
She knew that the two children were group pets, but this was too much.
She was helpless: "The two children can't eat it, but others can eat it. Let's not stew the pig's trotters, let's fry garlic bacon! Also, the two children are too young to drink chicken soup, they can only drink some rice soup, and mashed potatoes are also good." I can eat it. As for the chicken soup, I can¡¯t drink it yet.¡±
"Why?" Han Gao reacted strongly, "I also put a lot of supplements, just for snacks!"
Li Yanling looked up and saw that there were red dates and wolfberries in it, and immediately said: "These are not edible."
"Why?" Even Wu Hai, who has always been prudent, doesn't quite understand, a good boy is a strong man!
Li Yanling explained patiently: "Children are too young, their bodies are not fully developed, and their spleen and stomach are not well developed. They are not suitable for salt, greasy, or even tonic food. Eating may damage their spleen and stomach, so they can't eat it. If you don't believe me, ask Doctor Lin."
After the two listened, they were stunned for a while, no need to ask, Li Yanling was a doctor, and she was very good, of course they believed it.
The two didn't say anything, and the three of them worked together. Not long after, a table of meals came out. Han Gao also specially made mashed potatoes for the two boys. She just went to call the father and son back.
"Eat!" Elder Zhou entered the door with his second child in his arms. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com