Ma'am, give me a baby

Qian Ling slept soundly, Liu Shaochen stood beside him for a while, looked up at the sky, got up and said, "I'll go and make something for Ling'er."

"Wait, make food?" Mo Ziqing held his hand, frowning in disapproval, "You are still pregnant, let the kitchen staff do what you want to do."

"I said they might not know how to make it. It was a snack that Aunt Yuan used to make for me when I was young." Liu Shaochen sat down by the bed again, "It's for coaxing children."

Mo Ziqing thought for a while before taking a step back, "Let them move what they can use into the room."

"Okay." Liu Shaochen leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, and said, "I'll make more, and you eat too."

In fact, the things Liu Shaochen made were not very complicated, small meatballs and some vegetarian meatballs. The people in the kitchen prepared the ingredients and moved them to the table outside, leaving a few people to help.

Liu Shaochen didn't do anything else, waiting to mix the stuffing and make the meatballs, and let the cook do the rest.

Mo Ziqing watched from the side, and when Liu Shaochen was free, he handed him the stove to warm his hands, "Aunt Yuan can make a lot of things."

"Yeah..." Speaking of Aunt Yuan, Liu Shaochen felt a little missing. Those three elders were the people who accompanied him growing up, and they were also the people who treated him best in those ten years. They haven't seen each other for two years, and he doesn't know. How are they doing?

Mo Ziqing looked at him, his heart moved, and he talked about something else to divert Liu Shaochen's attention.The two talked while they were doing it. After half of the work, Qian Ling also woke up. Liu Shaochen cleaned up his hands and went to hold the child. After getting dressed, he carried him to the soft couch and sat down.

Qian Ling looked curiously at the colorful balls on the table, Liu Shaochen smiled, and asked Mo Ziqing to move those things to the small table on the soft couch, Qian Ling rested her hands on the table, watching Liu Shaochen's movements eagerly.

"Ling'er, do you want to make it?" Liu Shaochen lowered his head and kissed his little cheek, and took a little dough for Qian Ling, "Knead it into a round shape, will you?"

Qianling nodded her head, imitating Liu Shaochen's movements, kneading the dough in her hand into a round shape, her small face was very serious, her mouth was tightly pursed, the two fathers liked it more and more, Mo Ziqing simply carried the child into her arms.

The family of three sat on the warm soft couch and made those small balls with their hands. Although Qian Ling and Mo Ziqing kneaded them into round and flat ones, they still persevered until the dough was completely used up.

Little Qianling hadn't had enough fun yet, and she reached out to ask for dough, Liu Shaochen smiled softly, and put the stove into his hand, "It's already done, can Ling'er eat more later?"

"En!" Qian Ling nodded, and sat down quietly. Mo Ziqing covered the two of them with blankets, and waited for the kitchen to steam the meatballs and bring them over.

Liu Shaochen made some meatballs, some vegetable balls, and noodles kneaded with flower juice and fruit juice to make sweet and colorful balls, all of which were the size of a thumb, and looked delicious.

Qianling excitedly held a small bowl, took one bite at a time, and ate more than 20. Liu Shaochen was afraid that he would hold on, so he asked Dr. Li for some pills for digestion after the meal. After all, balls made of glutinous rice flour are not easy to digest.

Mo Ziqing was even more exaggerated. Originally, he had done so much to give some to Qian Yi from his eldest brother's family, but after Liu Shaochen and Qian Ling were full, he swept the rest into his stomach, making Liu Shaochen eat a lot. shock.

"You're not afraid of being uncomfortable." Liu Shaochen smiled helplessly, and gently rubbed the stomachs of one big and one small.

"It's delicious." Mo Ziqing leaned to one side, put his arms around Liu Shaochen's body, and moved Qian Ling with his other hand.

Qian Ling also nodded approvingly, "Daddy, it's delicious."

"Really?" Liu Shaochen kissed him on the cheek again, very happy that his son and husband liked the things he made, "Then I often make them for Ling'er from now on, okay?"

"it is good!"

Mo Ziqing looked at them with a smile, feeling that nothing could be happier than this.