Chapter 772
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The father and son ignored each other for a while. The little boy climbed onto the bed and lay on the pillow with his back to his father.
Mo Boyuan didn't even blink. He quickly cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks on the table and took the pot out of the room to the kitchen.
However, when it was time to wash the dishes, Mo Boyuan stood in front of the sink, his brows almost knitted into a rope.
The tap water was running, and soon the pot was full of water.
He turned off the tap and turned around.
"How do I wash them?"
The two cameramen were stunned when they were suddenly asked this question. When they came back to their senses, one of them replied, "Yes.
"Brother Mo, you've filled a little too much water, and you have to take out all the bowls and chopsticks in the pot first."
Mo Boyuan followed the cameraman's instructions. He first took out all the bowls and chopsticks in the pot, and then poured half the pot of water.
"Is it okay now?"
The cameraman nodded repeatedly.
"It's okay. Pump the detergent into the pot. Don't pump too much." He continued to guide him.
"One pump?
Are you sure that's enough? "
"Ahem, Brother Mo, one pump is enough. It's easy to slip if you pump more."
"Huh?"
Mo Boyuan's mind went blank. It seemed that when he washed the dishes in Yunyu Tixiang last time, at least half of a bottle of detergent was poured into it.
No wonder they all fell.
That was why he couldn't hold it steadily. It was as if he had grown legs.
However, Mo Boyuan couldn't casually talk about such an embarrassing thing. He looked a little uncomfortable, but he pressed the pump in his palm according to the cameraman's instructions.
With someone guiding him, he didn't fall this time, but it wasn't as easy as he imagined.
It actually took nearly half an hour for the bowls and plates to be finished.
There was even a layer of sweat on his back.
Mo Boyuan returned to the room. As soon as he stepped in, he saw that the little boy on the bed had fallen asleep on his back and was snoring.
His footsteps became lighter as he walked to the bedside and sat down.
He didn't move. He just stared at the sleeping little boy. After a while, the man smiled and reached out to gently scratch the little boy's face.
The sleeping child didn't wake up so easily. However, he held Mo Boyuan's fingers and put his short legs on Mo Boyuan's thigh.
Mo Boyuan was stunned by the little boy's unconscious movements, but he still didn't move.
He was probably worried about waking the child up.
"Haha."
He chuckled.
Suddenly, he felt that time passed quickly. When he was born, he was so small that he didn't dare to hold him.
But now, in the blink of an eye, the child was almost four years old. It wouldn't be long before he went to primary school.
Normally, this little brat would make people feel very displeased at every minute.
But after falling asleep, he was very obedient.
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