The little steamed stuffed bun's heart is called flying when he is praised by his favorite fourth aunt.

However, it was not long before a cold breath enveloped him.

As soon as the steamed stuffed bun looked up, what he saw was his fourth uncle's cool face. He shrunk when he was dirty.

After another brilliant smile to Lin Qianyi, he hurried back to his mother and sat down for dinner.

Cool fourth uncle or something, it's terrible!

He's just a baby. He'll be afraid.

Looking at the steamed stuffed bun running faster than the rabbit, Lin Qianyi turned and looked at his fourth master with a smile.

The fourth master looked at, his look did not change at all, and his face was still expressionless.

But when facing his little wife, his face softened a lot.

"You're hungry. Eat."

Emperor Yanmo looked calm, picked up the knife and fork, and then gracefully cut the exquisite steak on the plate.

After staring at his fourth master for a long time, Lin Qianyi still didn't see his difference, so he had to sigh in his heart:

Her fourth master's skill is really behind her. She is ashamed!

Just as Lin Qianyi stared at emperor Yanmo, Emperor Yanmo had quickly cut the steak in his plate.

Lin Qianyi, who gave up studying his fourth master's expression, picked up the knife and fork in front of him and was preparing to eat.

However, this is a big hand, but she took away the steak that belongs to her.

Lin Qianyi looked down at the big hand. The owner of the hand was the fourth master of her family!

Lin Qianyi looked at emperor Yanmo's eyes. It's called a secret resentment!

She just studied the expression of her fourth master. Why did the fourth master take away her delicious food?

However, the next moment, Lin Qianyi's sad look immediately became brilliant.

Because after taking away her steak, Emperor Yanmo put his cut steak in front of her.

"Thank you, Yanmo."

Lin Qianyi said with a smile, and then began to eat impolitely.

Looking at the satisfied little wife, Emperor Yan Mo's mouth slightly stirred up, and then picked up the knife and fork again and ate gracefully.

"Baby son, do you want mom to help you with the steak?"

Seeing that his son skillfully climbed onto the chair, picked up a corner of the napkin and stuffed it into the collar, picked up the trumpet knife and fork and was ready to start, Diyan asked with a smile.

"No, I want to eat by myself. My father said that a man should be more independent, so that he can be more promising in the future, and then he can make my mother comfortable."

The steamed stuffed bun refused with a serious face.

The small steamed stuffed bun looks serious, not to mention how cute.

Even emperor Yanwei, who was used to the cute appearance of small steamed stuffed bun, couldn't help being attracted by the loveliness of his own small steamed stuffed bun.

"Ha ha, my dear son is so good. You're a little man now. You're great."

Emperor Yanwei raised his hand and rubbed the small head of his small steamed stuffed bun. His face was full of joy and emotion.

What a happy and lucky life to have such a lovely and filial steamed stuffed bun in life!

"But, son, there are some things to..."

Although Di Yanwei was pleased, he didn't want to put so much pressure on his little steamed stuffed bun.

You know, her little steamed stuffed bun is only five years old. Well, even if you are sensible, you still have to have a childhood.

However, di Yanwei was interrupted before he finished.

"Do what you can. This father taught me."

The little steamed stuffed bun said first with a smile.

After listening to the small steamed stuffed bun, Emperor Yanwei was more happy. Just now, he was unhappy because of the influence of brain disability, and immediately disappeared.