As soon as he said this, everyone immediately laughed. Yan Qing thought about it carefully and found that the title "old man" was a perfect way to avoid the minefield.

Although Xiao Mili didn't know why, he felt that the person in front of him was very satisfied with the title "old man", so he nodded: "Hello, old man, my name is Mi Li, and I am the baby of my parents."

Yan Qing couldn't help but stretched out her hand, took the millet grains into her arms, pinched the chubby face of the millet grains with her hands and said with a smile: "Ah, you are your parents' baby? Then tell me, who are your parents?"

ah?"

So he held the millet grains with his little fingers, and Egger told the old man what his mother's name was, what his father's name was, and how beautiful the beautiful grandma was...

He was a little thing the size of a small sesame seed, so to speak, and his little arms and legs were quite strong. Yan Qing felt heavy even when he held it in his arms. At first glance, he looked like a solid little chubby boy.

The rest of the Yan family heard the news and heard that Yan Shaozhuang had brought a little milk baby back. They all ran over to take a look. When they came over to take a look, they found that the little milk baby turned out to be millet grains.

Yan Shanshan looked at Xiaomi Li'er and murmured in her heart. It was the first time she knew that Huahua's eldest grandson had the surname Yan Shaozhuang.

Alas, a family with a surname like the Zhou family could only watch helplessly as Xiaomi Li took on the surname Yan Shaozhuang.

Yan Shanshan doesn't understand. How can you tolerate painting like this?

But before Yan Shanshan could hesitate, the millet grains were already leveled in a bowl of water, coaxing everyone who came to see him. His little mouth was so sweet, it was sweeter than the honey at the back of Caiwei Mountain.

This uncle, that brother, that uncle, that beautiful sister, all of them, men, women, old and young, all circled around him. Even the children liked to hold his little hand and lead him around.

Not long after he arrived, everyone gathered in a circle and watched him perform in the middle, receiving red envelopes, with a sweet mouth. He would also take the initiative to offer sweet kisses to those who gave red envelopes.

The little sunflower bag he carried on his back was already bulging with red envelopes.

Yan Shaozhuang was speechless and was squeezed behind the crowd. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the old door, not knowing what to say.

How can I put it, when it comes to receiving red envelopes, Xiaomi is better than He Miao.

Of course, Xiaomi's mouth is sweeter than He Miao's, and his little appearance is very cute, so everyone likes him.

Not only did she give him a red envelope, but she also took out all her treasures one by one, stuffed them into his hands and put them around his neck.

As for Xiaomi Li, he is very picky about the gifts given by others. He will only accept gifts if he likes them, and will not accept gifts if he doesn't like them.

Of course he didn't want it, and he would never refuse it directly. Instead, he said that he thought the gift looked better if the owner brought it.

Anyway, he didn't want the gift, so he didn't want to offend anyone, and he still praised him all over the place.

As for those who accepted the gifts, he also had other excuses, saying that it was difficult to refuse the kindness of others, and that if he did not accept the gifts, he would not be giving face to so and so. Anyway, he was very good at speaking.

Anyway, in this regard, Yan Shaozhuang felt that two-year-old Xiao Mili was much smarter than his father.

Today's millet grains really earned Yan Shaozhuang a lot of face.

The most important thing is that the Yan family just found out that the millet grains are actually named after Yan Shaozhuang.

That was the Zhou family, a restaurant in Jiugu Wenchang. Even if A Yuan separated from Jiugu Wenchang, where would Caiwei Mountain be?

Such a big Zhou family, Zhou Shang and Yan Hua both tolerated it. That was their first eldest grandson, and he actually followed someone with a foreign surname.

Before, when Yan Shaozhuang proposed to change his surname back, everyone thought that Yan Shaozhuang was too stupid. Isn't the Yan family's surname more useful than a casually passed down surname of "Yan"?

Only now did they know that Yan Shaozhuang had such ability. No wonder he insisted on changing his surname back. It turned out that there was such a relationship between them.

When Yan Shaozhuang left with Xiao Mili in his arms, the red envelope in Xiao Mili's schoolbag was squeezed out. Xiao Mili stretched out his little hand, determined to take it back, and stuffed it into the small bag with all his strength.

When Yan Shaozhuang saw it, he took out all the red envelopes in the small bag, tidied them up and put them back. The small sunflower bag was indeed much looser.

Yan Shaozhuang sat in the car, and Xiaomi Li was tied to the child's chair behind him, swinging his fat legs freely.

At this time, Yan Shaozhuang's cell phone rang. He put on his Bluetooth headset, and Zhou Zhichu's voice rang, "Shaozhuang, where are you?"

Yan Shaozhuang replied, "Get ready to send the child home."

"Child? What child?" Zhou Zhichu frowned. Why didn't he know when a child would appear?

Yan Shaozhuang said: "It's the A-Yuan family's baby, Mi Lili."

Zhou Zhichu paused for a moment before saying, "Oh, so it's that kid? Bring him here. I haven't seen him for a long time. I just have free time today. Let's get together."

Yan Shaozhuang was stunned for a moment, and instinctively wanted to shirk the situation, "Ah Chu, I'm taking the child with me. It's inconvenient. Don't be drunk, smoked, and smoked with millet grains."

"If you don't drink or smoke at the dinner tonight, you won't be able to smoke him. Come on."

Now that we have talked about this, if Yan Shaozhuang doesn't go, I'm afraid it will be a bit unjustifiable.

He looked back at Xiao Mili and asked, "Mili, uncle is going to see a friend. Do you want to go with uncle?"

Xiaomi Li looked at her small schoolbag. It was bulging just now, but after her uncle tidied it up, it suddenly stopped bulging.

Xiaomili asked: "Uncle, do you have any red envelopes?"

Yan Shaozhuang nodded: "There must be a red envelope. As long as Xiao Mili carries the small red envelope today, there will definitely be a big red envelope."

After all, this was A Yuan's child. He didn't believe that those people could only see each other for such a long time. How could he not give this little guy a red envelope?

Yan Shaozhuang drove to the destination. When he took Xiaomi Li out of the car, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the red envelope in his little sunflower bag. Most of it was exposed. It was bright red next to the entrance of the yellow alley, which was particularly special.

conspicuous.

Xiaomi Li looked down at his red envelope and tried to pull it out with his little hand, but he accidentally touched it back. Yan Shaozhuang bent down again and pulled the red envelope out again. He also used the small zipper of the small sunflower bag to deliberately get it stuck.

that place.

Xiaomi Li looked up at Yan Shaozhuang, "What should I do if my uncle falls?"

Yan Shaozhuang replied: "It can't be dropped. We have to expose half of it. If those people see it, how can they have the nerve not to give us a big red envelope?"

Before leaving, Yan Shaozhuang checked Xiao Mili's diaper, took his bottle of milk powder, and then walked towards the designated location.

There were already many people in the private room, everyone was chatting and laughing, but I don’t know what they were talking about.
Chapter completed!