The chubby little dumpling grew up very quickly. It seemed like it was three months old in a blink of an eye.

As soon as Wen Mingyu went over to take a look, he found that the little chili cake in the crib was stuffing his white and tender fingers into his mouth, eating with his little hands happily.

In the first two months, when they were still small, they could stretch their fingers and sometimes put their fleshy little fists into their mouths, and the saliva would naturally flow down, crystal clear.

Every time Wen Mingyu watches it, he is so cute. He can't help but think that it would be great if there was a camera to capture it.

It is normal for babies to eat their hands. Wen Mingyu also stopped them and would only wipe their hands clean from time to time. When he was around, he asked the palace attendants to pay more attention.

He brought over the toys from ‌. The one he prepared before was a clay ball, but the material was hard. He thought it might be better if the little dumpling couldn't bear to bite it, so he changed it to one made of soft cloth.

And it uses a lot of bright colors, which are colorful and just meet the current needs of Xiaotuanzi.

Wen Mingyu stuffed two balls into their hands. Sure enough, the ball immediately attracted their attention. The tiger stuffed animals they originally liked were thrown aside, and their five little fingers spread out to grab and hold them.

He held the colorful cloth ball, curved the corners of his mouth, showed a bright smile, and made a milky humming sound to express his joy.

Wen Mingyu knelt down on the plush carpet, put her arms on the wooden railing of the crib and rested her chin on it, watching them play, and occasionally touching the wind chime on the bedside.

The crisp sound attracted Xiao Nian Gao's attention. He turned around and looked over. Inadvertently, Wen Mingyu looked at each other, then let out a childish and soft laugh, and shook the little cloth ball at him.

, like playing in ‌‌ is ‌ very good and I have to praise it.

Wen Mingyu reached out and touched his little head, coaxing: "The little sticky cake is great."

Little Sticky Cake still understands, but still smiles happily, opens his mouth and makes a sizzling sound, his little hands are fleshy, and there is a small sunken dimple under each finger on the back of his hand, which makes people want to pinch it.

.He opened his hand towards Wen Mingyu, and grasped it with his fingers.

The little pepper next to him seemed to feel that he was being ignored, so he turned around and came over lonely, waved his little hands, and pushed the ball to the little sticky cake, spitting bubbles unconsciously from his mouth, like a little crab.

, lying on his side, he gave his brother, who was a cup of tea older than him, a few domineering blows, allowing him to monopolize his father.

The little sticky cake ignored him, grabbed his brother's finger and stuffed it into his mouth to eat.

For a moment, Little Sticky Cake was at a loss, as if he understood why he was not eating his hand, but his hand was still bitten and was wet.

Wen Mingyu was so happy that he smiled, reached out and poked Little Pepper's face, and said: "Don't bully brother."

Xiao Chili continued to eat her brother's hand and smiled at Wen Mingyu. She seemed a bit shy and had to boast even if she was competing with her brother for favor.

Wen Mingyu smiled and praised.

Just at this moment, Mu Zhan came over. As soon as he saw Wen Mingyu there, he didn't even have to look for her. He just went to the crib in the side hall, and he was sure to find someone.

Wen Mingyu looked at him and immediately waved to him to come over and take a look.

Mu Zhan stepped forward, leaned over and took a look, and saw this silly scene, which was also very cute.

"‌Silly."

Wen Mingyu heard this and without even thinking about it, he bumped Mu Zhan with his elbow.

Mu Zhan knew that he was trying to make himself uncomfortable, but he still raised his eyebrows, "Could it be?"

Wen Mingyu was silent for a moment. He was indeed a bit stupid, but how could Zaizai's stupidity be considered stupid? That was called cuteness vomiting blood.

I feel bored watching them eating jiojio from hand to hand all day long.

Therefore, Wen Mingyu was very determined: "It's silly and super cute."

What else could Mu Zhan do? Of course he could only nod in agreement.

In the crib, Little Pepper ate his brother's hand for a while. Little Sticky Cake finally reacted, took his hand back, stuffed it into his mouth and ate it himself, feeling inexplicably so that he didn't even eat enough.

‌ Share your feelings.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help laughing again. The two little dumplings obviously didn't understand anything, but they were always so funny.

‌When it was time to bathe, the palace maid came to hold the two young masters to take care of them.

Upon hearing Mingyu, he said: "I'm using you today, so please step aside."

The maids immediately understood that the Holy Queen was going to help the two young masters wash themselves. When they heard this order for the first time, they were a little surprised. After all, all the high-status masters could do it.

I condescend to do what these servants only do, but then I think about it again, given the deep love between husband and wife and the infinite love for the little master, it seems that it is normal to do it myself.

The maids made the necessary preparations for bathing in advance, and then stood outside, waiting for instructions at any time.

When he heard that Mingyu was still pregnant, Mu Zhan ordered people to prepare many necessary supplies for the royal heir, and the baby bathtub was naturally one of them. For a baby so small, it would be appropriate to use an adult's bathtub or bathtub.

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Mu Zhan‌ Wen Mingyu hugged a small milky dumpling respectively, took off his clothes, and did not rush to put it into the bathtub. Instead, he first picked up some warm water and gently poured it on the small sticky cake‌

He put the little pepper on his body, letting them adapt to the water temperature, and then slowly put him into the water, while still holding the back of their head and neck with his hand.

Of course, they did not take over the matter of bathing the child rashly, but they learned from the aunts in the palace in advance and knew how to do it before they did it correctly.

Mu Zhan had never thought about bathing the child. After all, these things had always been left to the palace staff. But when Ming Yu brought it up and he happened to be free, he agreed.

‌When I started washing, I realized that I felt very much the same.

His hands directly touched the baby's tender skin. It was so small, only as big as his two palms, and so fragile that he didn't dare to use a bigger force, for fear of pinching the little dumpling and hurting it.

The two young fathers were cautious, but the two little ancestors lying in the bathtub were very unrestrained and had no scruples. They stretched out their little hands and patted the water, giggling while listening to the sound of the water.

It's full of joy.

The splashing water wet Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu's clothes and stuck them to his skin.

They all looked helpless, crying and laughing.

However, Xiaotuanzi didn't realize at all that he was in trouble, and he was still very happy. He continued to squeal and squeal like an excited and playful little cub.

When they finished washing, Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan felt as if they had just taken a shower. Most of their clothes were wet. If there had been a fire burning in the palace, they might have caught a cold.

Wen Mingyu took a clean and soft cloth, wrapped it in the little pepper in her arms and wiped the water off her body. When she raised her head to get the little clothes, her eyes fell on the little sticky cake inadvertently, and she suddenly looked at him

There seemed to be two protruding things on the top of his head. He couldn't help but froze and blurted out: "This..."

Mu Zhan heard the voice and turned his head to look, "What's wrong?"

Wen Mingyu subconsciously grabbed his sleeve, and just when he was about to point it out to him, he discovered that Xiao Nian Gao had returned to his normal appearance, with nothing on his soft hair, as if he had just seen it wrong.

Mu Zhan followed his gaze and saw nothing strange.

Wen Mingyu was a little excited, "Just now! Look, the little sticky cake has horns on its head. It looks like a mini version of your dragon horns. It's short and small, very cute!"

After finishing ‌, it was a pity that Mu Zhan did not watch ‌. It is a wonderful thing to witness the changes of children every moment.

"But now we meet..."

Mu Zhan didn't look at it, nor was he disappointed. He said, "I'm sorry, it came out this time, and it will definitely appear again in the future. I will always watch it."

When Wen Mingyu thought about it, it was the same. He raised Xiaojiao's hand and slowly helped him put on his clothes. He also dried his hair little by little. After everything was done, he put the two little dumplings back.

‌Into the crib.

Mu Zhan stood up straight, looked at Wen Mingyu with wet clothes sticking to his skin, and smiled: "Now, ‌‌ will help you wash it."

Wen Mingyu blushed and needed it, but in the end he was half-hugged and went to the bath together.

After a long time, I came out. Wen Mingyu's face was fumigated by the heat and turned red and pink. Water droplets hung on her fine eyelashes, trembling and ready to drip down at any time. There was also mist in her eyes.

The waves are shining.

After all this trouble, it was already bedtime. Wen Mingyu wiped his wet long hair. When Mu Zhan insisted on reaching out to tease him, he finally couldn't help but kicked him to make him calm down.

Wen Mingyu used so much force that Mu Zhan felt pain, but he was still in the mood to be by his side and joked: "You just wanted to..."

Wen Mingyu suddenly felt like he had been stabbed by something, and his hair instantly exploded. He was so angry that he had to use something to block his mouth, and his expression was fierce and his heart was filled with tears: "Shut up!"

Mu Zhan's mouth was covered with a hand, but his eyes were filled with smiles, which grew stronger and stronger, almost overflowing.

Wen Mingyu was tough: "No."

In this case, Mu Zhan didn't even say anything, and how to refute him, so he was forced to nod his head obediently, and smiled and made a muffled voice, "Yes."

The warm breath exhaled from his mouth fell on Wen Mingyu's palm, making him feel itchy. He couldn't help curling up his fingers, and jerked his hand back, avoiding it as if he was electrocuted.

Mu Zhan grabbed his hand again, lowered his head and kissed it.

Wen Mingyu bit it back and then went to the side hall to see Xiaotuanzi.

After all, I spend a lot of time outside during the day, and when I come back in the evening, I just want to spend more time with my little Zai Zai.

Before going to bed, I also wanted to put two little dumplings to sleep and then go to sleep by myself.

Mu Zhan also went to the side hall together. He picked up Little Pepper and planned to play with him for a while to burn off his energy and sleep well.

They also learned from experience that among the two milk dumplings, the little pepper is lively and active. When the little sticky cake is awake, he punches and kicks when he is awake. When the little sticky cake is asleep, he may also be grabbing.

They entertained themselves with the puppets, had fun, and screamed. So after ‌ was done, even if the little sticky cake fell asleep, he would be woken up by ‌, and then cry together.

It's just that this time, after Mu Zhan picked him up, the situation was a bit special.

Little Pepper stretched out her chubby little hands, grabbed his shirt tightly, tried to pull it down, and lowered her head to bury herself in his arms. When her two little hands were enough, she also used her mouth, opened her mouth to bite, and bit the shiny

His saliva was all wet with water.

The little guy who was struggling to dig a hole was really cute. But after gradually understanding his intentions, Mu Zhan's face darkened. This little guy was hungry and looking for milk, but he couldn't find any.

Mu Zhan gently pinched Xiaojiao's chin, freed his clothes from his mouth, and then pulled his clothes back to cover his exposed chest muscles.
To be continued...