The chaebol's little wife: Uncle, you are going to spoil me!

Old Jiang understood this feeling the best, "Give it to me! You unfilial thing, you can't even be a good father." The passion fruit was obviously used to make juice, but Jiang Xiaosu ended up betraying his own son.

"Let's eat the ones with yellow skin. They are sweet." Old Jiang coaxed the child and ordered the servants to quickly get the passion fruits with yellow skin and remove the ones with purple skin.

Xiaonanbei went to his great-grandfather's arms, his little mouth still crying in pain.

Jiang Chenyu was feeding the little guy with mangosteen, telling him to eat something sweet to calm down. Jiang Chenfeng was calling out to his son while feeling sorry for his grandson.

Boss Jiang believes that the purpose of having children is to have fun. If there is no fun, the fun will be greatly reduced!

But he also got a lesson because his uncle said, "You eat the rest of the passion fruit."

Boss Jiang: “…” There’s no fun at all.

Now the smile shifted to Gu Xiaonuan and Jiang Momo's faces.

"Brother Xiao Su, you deserve it~" Ning'er also felt sorry for her son.

She walked over and Xiaonanbei raised his little arms, "Ah, Mommy~"

"Baby, let's not play with the bad daddy." Little Nanbei was soft and chubby, being held by his mother, with tears in his eyes.

Seeing his nephew crying miserably, Xiao Nuobao was almost overwhelmed with curiosity when he saw the passion fruit, but he was a little hesitant to try it easily. So he took the passion fruit that his nephew had picked and handed it to his eldest brother, "Big brother, my dad asked you to eat it."

Boss Jiang fell even more silent.

"Nuo'er, I think I've been good to you."

Nuoer nodded, saying, "Okay." But she also wanted to taste the passion fruit, but she didn't dare to open her mouth easily.

Jiangsu also took a bite, and his eyes narrowed immediately because of the sourness. Xiao Nuoer frowned when he saw it. What happened?

Sure enough, the sour taste was the same as the sour juice her daughter Yaya drank when she was pregnant.

Nuo'er saw the big brother's expression, but she still couldn't suppress her curiosity. She took the other side and licked it with her tongue...

"Ah, ba ba~"

When President Jiang turned around, he saw his precious daughter's face wrinkled. "Did your brother feed you?"

Her four brothers all looked up and shook their heads in unison.

Knowing what he had fed his son, Boss Jiang felt guilty, "I'm sorry, son. Dad won't tease you anymore. Come and show Dad a little beauty." Jiangsu went to hug his second son. Xiao Nanbei got angry. His little hand was pulled over by his father, and his little face was pressed on his mother's shoulder. If you listened carefully, you could hear a "humph~"

Later, Jiangsu snatched the second son away and held him in his arms. Little Nanbei got angry and covered his eyes with his little fists to prevent his father from seeing him. "You little pighead, you can't see Dad by covering your eyes. Look at your big face, two fists can't cover it. Here, let me lend you Dad's palm."

As he said this, he generously handed his hand to his son. Xiaonanbei took it obediently, and then covered his face with his father's hand.

Jiangsu is happy. Having children is fun. Look at his son, how interesting he is.

Xiaonanbei was kissed by his father again. This time he covered his face and his father nibbled his little nose.

His aunt taught him, "Next time your dad bites you, sneeze and let his mouth be filled with snot."

"Fuck, Sister Mo, you're so disgusting that I can't eat."

Jiang Momo: "Don't you like to bite my little Yueyue's nose? Do it again next time."

Because his father bit his little nose, Xiaonanbei doesn't want to play with his father anymore.

……

On a rainy afternoon, it is easy to feel sleepy.

The weather has cooled down again and the indoor temperature is suitable.

Especially after eating, Xiao Nuobao follows his sister to take a nap.

Jiang Lao yawned non-stop, "I can't take it anymore. I feel dizzy. Xiao Su, give Xiao Nanbei to me and I'll take him to bed."

Jiangsu: "You're already dizzy with carbon monoxide, how can you take care of my son? I won't give it to you."

"Hey! You little bastard," Old Jiang threw his crutch again with the same old gesture.

It was just a scare. Mr. Jiang was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting each other, so he had to go back and take a nap.

Because last time he was sleepy and wanted to hold on for a while, but Nuanwazi secretly recorded the video of him dozing off when he was not paying attention. The irritating Jiang Bianyi even dubbed it, added text, and made a GIF and uploaded it to the family group!

Now, his dark history is all there, just take a look at the group chat history!

As a result, Mr. Jiang has to pay attention to his image even at home.

Jiang Beiqi's work and rest schedule was always good. After eating, he moved around for half an hour and then took his nephew's hand and said, "Let's go take a nap."

"But uncle, I'm not sleepy." Xiao Dingxian said.

Jiang Beiqi: "Then give your eyes a five-minute break."

It took Xiao Dingxian less than five minutes to close his eyes and fall into a peaceful sleep.

My uncle knows him too well and he never makes any mistakes.

Erwa rested his head on the pillow made for him by his father and brother, and soon fell asleep.

Jiang Chenyu has put a lot of effort into making sure his second son sleeps comfortably. He has bought expensive custom-made pillows, latex pillows, graphene pillows, gel pillows, memory pillows, goose down, cotton, and down pillows... wave pillows. He has bought all kinds of pillows on the market for his son, just to prevent his second son from throwing pillows when he sleeps.

The couple has prepared gifts for their son, ranging from tens of thousands to dozens.

The last pillow that the doll accepted didn’t cost any money.

Jiang Tianzhi found out when he was in elementary school that arborvitae seeds can be used to make pillows. "Grandpa was not feeling well that year, and Baodu checked it out."

In order to prove what he said, he dug out evidence from an ancient book. After finding it, he excitedly knocked on his parents' bedroom door at night and said, "Dad, look, the tree said that the arborvitae shell can be used to make pillows. It has a fresh and elegant smell, can help you sleep, and has a calming and soothing effect."

Jiang Tianzhi was talking at the door while turning the pages. There was a brush painting of a cypress tree on it, and the page numbers on the back explained its function.

Jiang Chenyu took the book and began to read it seriously. Gu Nuannuan came over and Jiang Chenyu naturally gave half to his wife and waited for her to read it together.

As the couple watched, Jiang Tianzhi explained, "We bought so many pillows anyway, and our baby usually throws them away after a few days of use. Let's try again. I've already figured out how to make them."

Jiang Tianzhi was in junior high school at the time, and he described it vividly. "This is also a traditional Chinese medicine. The leaves can be used to smoke meat, wash hair, and treat diseases."

At that time, Jiang Tianzhi was aware that he would not barge into his parents' master bedroom. It was nothing like when he was little and would run over in diapers and knock on the door and rush in. Since he became aware of this, the second child rarely went to his parents' master bedroom. However, at that time, Xiao Nuonuo had not yet given up on his parents and would get up at night to drink milk, so if he wanted to see his sister, he would still knock on his parents' door every day.

Jiang Chenyu read the book and thought it was feasible. "I'll go see where to find this arborvitae tomorrow and pick some."

"Dad, I'll go with you. We can work together as a father and son, so it won't be tiring."

Gu Xiaonuan searched on her phone to find out the appearance and the best time to pick them. "I'll find time for an autumn outing and take the kids out for some fresh air."

Jiang Chenyu took seriously every word spoken by the three darlings of Jiang Chenyu's family. He never ignored the children's feelings by thinking that they were children, that what they said was inaccurate, or that what they heard was childish... He listened carefully to everything they said.