Story of Longevity

咚咚咚——

"Come in……"

Xingke didn't care. Apart from Xingke and Yiye, the only servants in Gongchang's house came over. However, Xingke unexpectedly saw an unexpected figure.

"Oh? Isn't this Miss Little Bird Tour Chef? Today is your rotation."

Xing Ke glanced at the visitor, and then found a blanket in the cabinet of the room, preparing to wrap a leaf.

"Master someone, good evening, I was instructed in the kitchen that I need a nutritious meal for infants and young children, but I don't know the exact age of the child."

No nonsense, the chef explained the situation directly.

Even if they are not professional infant nutritionists, top chefs such as chefs are qualified as nutritionists. At least in the absence of breast milk, babies at different periods need different complementary foods.

Food for babies and the elderly is the most difficult to serve. How can it be messed up with just one sentence of "Baby Meals"?

But, what is the specific age of this child?

"... Thirty-seven years old?"

"Ugh?"

Chef Little Birdyou felt that he had auditory hallucinations.

"No, I'm kidding, the child is here, watch it, feed her, just don't cry tonight."

Xingke smiled and raised a leaf in his hand, acting like COS Lion King Simba and the old monkey. Xiao Yiye also roared "Ah-ah~" very cooperatively.

"This is the child who will become the king in the future, and the nutrition must keep up!"

"Ha... this way."

It may be that in the face of the mental toughness developed by her sister, the head chef ignored the extra vocabulary embellishment in Star Carved’s words, and just looked at Xiao Yiye who was wrapped in the swaddling grass and said:

"Look at the height and physique for about five or six months, but the hair is very dense. I don't dare to judge the specific age, but the general direction is still there. There should be no mistake... Please wait a moment."

After that, the chef Xiaotouyou will leave the room of Star Carving after bowing.

She didn't say a word from beginning to end, but just completed her work properly.

"Wait a minute."

"Yes, master, what's your order?"

Bird You Shihua turned around coldly.

"Well, you don't need to be so nervous. Although you didn't ask much, the breath of curiosity is about to emerge."

A single young master suddenly did not know where to bring a baby back, and her gossip soul as a woman was about to materialize.

"Yes, this is my child, the kind with blood relationship. From now on, this house will have an extra mouth to eat, and you will have to work harder."

"...Okay, the subordinate understands."

Although Xiaoniaoyou Shihua is also a master whose mental activities never show on his face, she can still make up for the inadequate part of the star engraving, similar to the plot of an illegitimate girl in a love TV series.

"Since it is the young lady of Gongchang's family, what someone young master should pay attention to is that children of this age eat less food and digest fast. So, judging from the current time of nine o'clock in the evening, the night time you requested is not It is basically impossible to be hungry or not to cry...At this time, it is quicker to use milk powder from a market vendor to temporarily satisfy your hunger.

After that, there is a blanket like you, Master, that can’t replace swaddlings or diapers at all. It’s better...

There is..."

One by one, the basic parenting common sense was thrown over, Xing Ke was a little confused——

Ugh?

Huh?

Is it so troublesome for children now?

This era has not had time to popularize childcare nutrition warehouses, which is really inconvenient.

When I was a kid, I could endure my hunger at night?

When I was a child, I was the representative of a peerless model and good boy?

It turns out I am so great!

Xing Ke teased Xiao Yi Ye in his arms while silently listening to the parenting sutra of the lady in front of him, thinking that he is such a powerful magician, should he be able to handle it?

"In short, a young master should never think about [raising a child is a very simple thing, I can definitely handle it] such a naive idea..."

Huh? Are you a superpower?

"It is best to leave the child to your mother, or to take care of the child's mother, or to hire a professional childcare nanny."

The child's mother...impossible, grandma died earlier than the old man, Xingke had never seen it.

As for the professional childcare nanny? Xingke did have one when she was a child, but because she dared to feed Xingke with toxic milk powder, Xingke didn't even let her be a holy servant. Now the tomb head grass may be five feet tall.

"It's just that no matter what, it's better than taking care of the servants of this mansion...

These servants are really not parenting materials, and the only things that subordinates can say.

Then, the subordinates retired. "

"Oh? Isn't it the plot where you volunteered to take on the important task of this temporary mother?"

Seeing that this kind-hearted lady chef was leaving, Xing Ke couldn't help but slurred.

Sure enough, even if he knew that the star carving was not serious, Xiaoniaoyou Shihua was still taken aback.

However, in the next moment I calmed down and tried not to let my disgusting smirk and bowed:

"...Please allow your subordinates to refuse."

...

About thirty minutes after the chef left, two dull holy servants came over with the dining car, and then Xing Ke coaxed Xiao Yiye to eat with a spoon and a spoon~www.ltnovel.com~ It seems possible. It was because the time of hunger had come, or it might be because of the delicious taste. Without causing Xingqi any trouble, the child ate it obediently. There is no use for the [Space Teleportation Feeding Method] that Xingke imagined.

And go to bed after eating, this is really leisurely enough...

I gave the little guy a one-way [sound-proof barrier] to prevent her from disturbing her, Xingke dialed Uncle Mi’s phone——

"Hello? Are you asleep?"

Although he knows that the other party will say no even if he is asleep, but if you say hello casually, that cares so much?

"Thank you, Master for your concern, there are still some things that have not been processed."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"...Christmas is less than half a month away, the [Eve’s Gate] officially closed and the demi races who immigrated to this world. All these need a [reasonable excuse] to be announced... …" Although I don't know why Xingke would ask about such trivial matters that I never care about, but after hesitating, Uncle Mi still reported truthfully.

"Well, then you are busy, this matter you are best to be a little grander, like a national holiday.

Well, by the way, it’s not bad to have a demi-human alien song concert..."

"Wait, wait, please wait! Master! Please think twice about this, it's only less than half a month away from the time!" Uncle Mi sat up on the phone in shock, sweating coldly.

"Ah, I don't care about it. Go and discuss with your thirty-two harem regiments."

"...Yes, your will."

"Oh, yes, one last word, I have a daughter, my own, six months old."

"Khhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

This time, after the sound of the chair upside down, there was really no answer on the phone for a while.