Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

After a serious illness, Xiao Trumpet's appetite visibly increased with the naked eye.Everyone watched helplessly as he smacked his lips in dissatisfaction after nibbling the trotters and drinking the soup.

"Dad, no, is there any milk?"

Ah, little milk.

Feng Tingyun looked at his wife as if asking for help, Wei Xue was a little hesitant, but at the insistence of the baby, he still let him drink the little milk he wanted, but he didn't dare to let him drink more because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to digest it.

The results of the examination came out early the next morning, and the baby was in good condition and could be discharged from the hospital, just as the doctor had judged.

The whole family regards picking up the baby and leaving the hospital as a major event, and the whole family is here.

This time the hospitalization scared everyone. When I was discharged from the hospital, I felt that this was simply God's pity.

Little Trumpet holds the doll of a little cow in his left hand, and his hospital gown in his right hand.

He seems to love everything related to the little cow so deeply that even the little cow's hospital gown must be taken home. Everyone dotes on him, so naturally they will follow him.

The little trumpet, who had recovered his health, walked in the front with arrogance, his short legs were tossing and turning.

Feng Hao watched silently from behind, thinking that it was time to arrange a means of transportation for his younger brother.

The Feng family lived in a villa area. At first they wanted to live in the countryside because of Xiao Trump's health. It might be better for Xiao Trump's health to be able to breathe fresh air.

But later, considering various reasons such as medical conditions and traffic, I still gave up and bought a house here.

Old man Feng lives in the old house by himself, and usually comes here to tease his grandson when he has nothing to do.

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

Aunt Zhang was very happy when she saw the young master was discharged from the hospital, "Little trumpet is back."

The baby was grinning, so cute.

He secretly said that he had to rest first when he came back, but the little trumpet was in good spirits and refused to sleep.

Feng Hao took the initiative to play with him. In the past, his younger brother was like fragile porcelain, so Feng Hao didn't dare to approach him, but this time his younger brother seemed to be much more lively after being discharged from the hospital.

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

Surviving a catastrophe will bring blessings. This time the baby can survive the death sentence. Everyone believes that this is a sign of improvement.

The three-year-old baby has never been to kindergarten due to physical reasons. Feng Hao sat on the ground with him and showed him the photos of his game a few days ago.

In the photo, Feng Hao was holding a small airplane in his hand. It was the National Science and Technology Contest for Primary and Secondary School Students, and Feng Hao won the first prize.

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

Feng Hao introduced his small plane to him enthusiastically, and the little speaker rolled his eyes, chicken?Fat chicken?

It must be delicious.

So Feng Hao heard the sound of swallowing saliva, he looked at his younger brother in surprise, raised his face from the small horn, "Baby eats chicken."

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

This coincides with Aunt Zhang's thinking. Patients who have just been discharged from the hospital need to eat chicken supplements.Chicken soup made with Chinese medicinal materials was stewed on the stove. As soon as Aunt Zhang heard that she was eating chicken, she immediately went to fill a small bowl for the small speaker.

The clear chicken soup has no oily spots on it, and there are two wolfberries floating in it.

One big chicken leg was in the bowl, and the other chicken leg was in Feng Hao's bowl.

Aunt Zhang regards the two children of the owner's family as her own. She has always been fair and never lacks whoever is missing.

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

But the little trumpet didn't care so much, he grabbed the chicken leg and put it in his mouth, it was scorching hot.

Wei Xue was taken aback and wanted to play for him, but the small trumpet was extremely protective.

Well, since yesterday's pig's trotters, she discovered that Xiao Trumpet is now extremely 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 from the bowl.

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

The small trumpet has "Grateful" written on its left eye and "Love You" written on its right eye.

Feng Hao was caught by the light in his eyes, eat and drink enough to sleep, this is the life principle of the small trumpet.

But Feng Hao knew that he couldn't sleep after eating, but the little speaker who was still energetic just now had his upper eyelids stuck to his lower eyelids.

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

The short legs of the little trumpet fluttered, why did it fly into the air?Baby is going down.

Now it's time for lunch. The little speaker has eaten, but the family hasn't eaten yet.Wei Xue sent the two children up, and spread out the quilt of the small trumpet by the way, "Let my brother rest for a while after playing with him, can you come down to eat?"

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

The eldest son was very relieved in Wei Xue. The small speaker was placed on the carpet, and he was dazed and sleepy.

Feng Hao tapped Xuan'er on top of his head, and he looked up to see what was touching him, and when he saw Feng Hao, he smiled sweetly and called brother, then tilted his head and was about to fall asleep again.

Feng Hao held his head to seduce him, "Do you want to see the little cow? Do you want a car?"

How could Little Trumpet resist the little cow? His eyes widened and he woke up instantly. He couldn't say anything excited, "Brother, give it to me, Xiao Lai Liu?"

Feng Hao nodded, "I'll be on summer vacation in two days, and then I'll take you to see the little cow."

"Wow." Star eyes appeared on the small speaker, brother is really a good person.

He asked excitedly, "Does Xiaolai Liu welcome the baby?"

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

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

The little trumpet took a deep breath, "I'm going to drink Xiao Liu Lai, does he welcome me too?"

Feng Hao thinks this is too much, the cow might kick you.

The little trumpet 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 Bao Bao, it's best to go now, he just ate a big chicken leg and just needs some milk to moisten his throat.

The big chicken legs are for eating, and the little milk is for drinking, which is a perfect match.

Feng Hao was about to disappoint him, "I'm going to school tomorrow, and I only have time during the holidays."

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

"When is the brother on vacation?"

"In a month or so."

a month?One is less, and that month must have passed by in a blink of an eye.

The little trumpet stretched out his little finger, "The hook hook."

"We're going there in a month."

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

The two pulled the hook and pressed their thumbs together. As soon as the series ended, they heard a small horn say, "Brother, is it a month yet?"