President Gao Leng's little wife

Foreign food is completely different from domestic food.

The little guy ate this snack with great joy, filling his stomach with gulp.

"Grandpa, I'm done eating."

He sweetly called John, one mouthful of grandpa, making the old man smile.

He didn't use Abel's hug, and jumped off the chair directly.

"Little guy, where are you going?"

Seeing that the little guy was about to run out, John quickly stopped him.

The little guy stopped in doubt: "Is there anything else, grandpa?"

"Remember to learn aristocratic etiquette with Mr. Abel in a while, you are a man, how can you not understand these?"

After all, he is the future heir of his family. The purpose of John bringing the little guy here this time is to cultivate his aristocratic etiquette.

"OK, all right."

The little guy didn't realize the cumbersome and boring etiquette of those nobles at all, and just agreed.

After breakfast, the little guy thoroughly experienced the cruelty of those noble rituals.

The body must be straight and straight, and even the facial expressions are clearly stipulated.

How many degrees should be bent when bowing, and which foot should be stepped first when walking.

Mr. Abel explained the etiquette rules to the little guy in an orderly manner.

The little guy was dazzled by listening.

His mind was in a mess, he didn't remember anything at all, and his eyes kept looking out of the window.

"Then, young master, let's practice standing posture first. Please put your feet side by side, slightly apart, and hold your head high."

Mr. Abel held a long teaching rod and pointed the little guy.

"Keep your chin up and smile."

The slender teaching rod raised the little guy's chin, and the little guy did as he was told.

"Very good, keep this position, don't move, hold on for 15 minutes, I'll check back later."

Mr. Abel looked at his watch, put down the teaching rod, looked at the little guy who was doing everything to a standard, and walked out with confidence.

It's just that as soon as he left, the elegant little gentleman in front of him stood there for a while, then rushed to the door.

Seeing that no one was there, the cat stooped and sneaked to the door.

The little guy walked lightly, with a triumphant smile on his face.

Although it's already winter, it's still as warm as spring here, the garden is bright and sunny, and there's a big wolf dog raised by the old man in the yard.

The little guy was playing with the big wolfhound.

That big wolfhound may have been raised to be wild, and he also ignored the stranger, the little guy, and let him play around around.

The little guy was picking flowers, catching butterflies, running around in the yard, sweating profusely from playing.

He turned into a bear child again.

He was having so much fun that he forgot to go back in time.

"Ouch!" He ran, and bumped into a human wall without paying attention.

Knocking the little guy until his eyes were full of gold stars, he covered his head and took a few steps back.

"Young master." A familiar tone sounded above his head.

The little guy held his head and looked up. Mr. Abel was looking at himself with a dark face.

Realizing that it was not good, he smiled sweetly, and his little face was full of smiles.

"Mr. Abel, I'm coming out to use the bathroom."

"The toilet is over there, young master." Abel pointed to the location of the toilet, exposing the lame lie of the little guy.

The little guy wanted to say something, but Mr. Abel picked him up and put him in the house.