I'm a Buddhist foster child

Eyebrow, he immediately changed the topic and said, "Son, father and father made supper, and we will have dinner later."

Yang Guang's face immediately stiffened, his mouth was stern, and Princess Min's words sounded inexplicably in his mind.

——Fat furfur's little brother!

Yang Guang's face became darker and darker, he folded his arms and refused indifferently, saying, "I won't eat."

"Don't eat?" It was the first time that Yang Guang was rejected by his son. Every time he mentioned food, even if Yang Guang was not a person who loves to talk, he would rush over.

Yang Jian suddenly realized, and said: "Son, you are not fat at all, it is baby fat, cute, really, very cute."

Yang Guang insisted: "Don't eat."

Yang Jian continued: "Zhajiang noodles or pancakes? Green balls with egg yolk and meat floss? Fried Yuanxiao? Crispy fried chicken? Grilled chicken rack?"

Yang Guang's eyelids twitched wildly. Although he was still holding his arms, he had already been "lured". He snorted softly and said reluctantly, "Then... let's have a hand pancake for a while."

Yang Guang ate a piece of finger cake, which made his stomach bulge, and he was full of happiness, so he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Come on, my son, tomorrow my son will go to Lumen to study, and when he comes back, he will review paperwork. After taking a bath, go to bed early to recharge his energy."

Yang Guang said helplessly: "If the father reads more documents, the son does not need to recharge his energy."

Yang Jian smiled proudly, and said: "Father is training and training my son, Mingjun must start from a baby."

Mingjun?

Yang Guang couldn't help laughing, the word "yan'er" was too far away from him.

Yang Jian picked up Yang Guang, put him in the hot soup, and took a hot bath in winter. It was so warm and comfortable, especially after eating supper, he was a little drowsy now.

Yang Jian diligently played the role of a good father, washing the soft and black little hair of the cheap son.Yang Guang stretched his small arms and lay on the bathtub. The steam wafted up, and he could vaguely see a winding scar clinging to the white back of the little bun Yang Guang, which was twisted and ferocious.

Every time Yang Jian bathed his son, he would notice this scar. It looked like an old wound, but it was still glaring and hideous. He gently stroked the scar with his index finger, not daring to use force, as if he was afraid of hurting Yang Guang. , Said: "Son, how did this scar stay?"

Yang Guang was lazily hanging on the bathtub, his little fleshy face was deformed from the pressure, his flesh was puffed up, he was almost falling asleep, and he said vaguely: "Son, I don't know..."