Chapter 1777

Gu Xiaoai always brings him new things that the Li family can't touch. No matter what it is, len is very happy.

Gu Xiaoai takes len to the kitchen, prepares molds and raw materials, and teaches him what these things are.

Len If you listen to her seriously, ordinary children will always be interested in new things and touch them here and there.

Len Not the same, she did not say that he would not take the initiative to touch those raw materials, and he always spent more time to adapt to new things.

"After a while, we'll pour it into the mold and bake it in the oven. The biscuit will be ready." Gu Xiaoai told him the steps.

Len Nodding, standing on the chair, a pair of beautiful eyes seriously focused on the raw materials on the table.

Gu Xiaoai asked tentatively while mixing the raw materials, "son, who do you want to give the biscuit to?"

"Mom." Len answered without thinking, smiling at her with eyes bent up and full of bright light.

"Good son." Gu Xiaoai laughed and then asked, "what else? Who else would you like to give it to? "

Len With a blink of an eye, he replied solemnly, "I don't know."

"What else?"

Len Looked at her one eye, a small face very serious, pursed lips, thought for a long time to answer, "No."

“……”

Gu Xiaoai took a deep breath, turned his eyes, patiently continued to ask, "where's dad?"

"No Len replied quickly that he didn't think about it at all this time.

"Why?" Gu Xiaoai frowned.

Li Jue went west to Germany, and Luo ya'er also left. During this period, she could spend all of her time on len, trying to strengthen her love for Li Jue Feng.

No matter where she and Li juefeng will go in the future, len and Li juefeng are closely related. She thinks their father and son can be better.

Len To her ask a method very strange, childish voice childish ground repeats again, "do not send."

The attitude is very firm.

"But dad must want to eat the biscuit baked by LG." Gu Xiaoai said.

"To be a servant..." len said with some difficulty, "he eats what a servant makes."

"If you are his son, your father will like to eat." Gu Xiaoai tries to persuade len, "just like mom, mom will only like the biscuits you make."

"He didn't like it."

"He likes it."

"..." len looks at Gu Xiaoai, who is more persistent than him. He feels aggrieved. He lowers his head and starts to look at his fingers again. A small face is expressionless again.

Gu Xiaoai took off his transparent gloves, put his hand around len and discussed with him, "is this OK? We'll send it this time to see if Dad will accept it. If he doesn't accept it, we won't make biscuits for him in the future, OK?"

Len Raised his face, looking at her, seems to be thinking about the feasibility, nodded for a while.

Gu Xiaoai was relieved, "come on, mom will teach you how to pour this into the biscuit mould."

"Well."

Gu Xiaoai teaches len to make biscuits by hand. Len smiles happily, and the smile on her face never disappears.

Gu Xiaoai watched him put the biscuit mould one by one on the tray neatly, meticulously, without any skew.

Gu Xiaoai said that it's not necessary to put it so neatly, and Len didn't listen to it. He had to arrange it in order to be satisfied. He had to rearrange the places that were a little crooked.

I don't know when Len's autism will be completely cured.

After the biscuit came out of the oven, Gu Xiaoai put the biscuit in the box and gave it to len, "go to find dad."