Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Unable to speak or make a sound, he had to give his mother a chance to express herself. After all, he was by her side every day, while his brothers had never seen her.

No matter what, I have to let my brothers know that my mother values ​​them very much.

"Can we eat whatever we want?"

Two children, An Yixing and An Yizhou, looked at An Jiuyue with bright eyes.

Is mother going to cook for them? Can they also eat the food cooked by their mother? This is really great!

In the past, they had only heard friends from the village who came to the mountain to collect firewood say that the food cooked by their mother was delicious, but they had never eaten it.

"Yes, you can eat whatever you want." An Jiuyue rubbed their heads and nodded.

"I want to eat braised pork."

An Yizhou first said that he had heard a friend say that his mother's braised pork was delicious.

It was a pity for the little friend that he only ate one piece and the rest was eaten by the adults. However, he later mixed it with pilaf and rice. The taste must be very good.

Therefore, for him, braised pork is his obsession. Even though Qian Yiyun has cooked braised pork for him many times, to him, it is not made by his mother. It always feels different. the same.

"I...I want to eat fried fish nuggets." An Yixing pursed his lips and hesitated for a long time before speaking.

He was thinking that his brother had already ordered braised pork. If he wanted another fish piece, would it be too much and would it tire his mother? Otherwise, he could just eat braised pork with his brother.

"No, mother, I won't eat fried fish nuggets. I'll just eat the braised pork that Xiaozhou likes." He said again cautiously.

Hearing this, An Jiuyue looked at the little kid, "Eat both the braised pork and fried fish cubes. Mom will cook them for you in a moment. Today, my little aunt picked mushrooms. Mom will make some chicken soup for you, okay? ?”

"good."

The two little kids nodded.

Whatever mother says is what she says, they are not picky eaters.

"Brother Nono, what do you want to eat?"

An Yixing thought of Qian Yinuo, their youngest brother who hadn't said what he wanted to eat yet.

"Whatever the brothers want to eat, Nono also likes to eat."

The little milk baby is very sensible now and has no opinions of his own. As long as it is made by his mother, he likes to eat it. He is not a picky and bad milk baby.

Come to think of it, he hasn't had food cooked by his mother for a long time. Recently, his father has been cooking for him and his mother.

"Mom, can you cook at home and let my brothers take me to play?" he suggested.

He had heard Wei Na say before that there were a lot of small prey in this forest. How could he do nothing if he was so skilled?

Let his brothers take him to catch some prey and come back with some food for his mother. It will definitely be good.

"Mom, is that okay?"

The two brothers An Yixing were also eager to try, looking at An Jiuyue with their bright eyes.

"Okay, you go and have some fun, but don't go too far."

An Jiuyue put them down from her lap and let them play by themselves. In this plane, her little milk baby's cultivation level is equivalent to lying flat on his back, so he can do whatever he wants.

Moreover, there are still secret guards around, so nothing will happen.

But she wanted to know, why did Yiyun bring the two little guys to live here? I didn’t ask anything before. You can ask the secret guards later, they should also know.