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10.8 - Actually, baby, I always remember you

　　Fang Baoxuan was like crazy, struggling vigorously in Fang Yunmo's arms. Every cell in her body refused the approach of this dish.

　　Ever since the last incident, I don't know what caused Fang Yunmo to go crazy. He gave Fang Baoxuan bamboo shoots, and only bamboo shoots, for every meal.

　　Fang Baoxuan scalded his hands for a week, and he ate bamboo shoots for a week. No matter how skilled the chef at home was, he could not make the bamboo shoots taste meaty.

　　As for Fang Baoxuan, he has not liked eating bamboo shoots since he was a child. He has known that Fang Yunmo likes to let the family chef make bamboo shoots. He also likes to serve him this dish when eating. Although he resists it in his heart, he never dares to show it.

　　So every time he encountered this kind of situation, he tried his best to find a way to stop the meal. If it didn't work, he would cooperate with Fang Yunmo, but he only ate very little. But since the injury, he had been fed by Fang Yunmo every day. I fed this dish three times a day for a whole week.

　　One week was the maximum limit Fang Baoxuan could bear, and now it was bamboo shoots again, so it was no wonder that he would collapse completely.

　　"Dad, the baby won't eat bamboo shoots, won't eat bamboo shoots."

　　Fang Yunmo frowned and said, "Don't make trouble." After saying that, he put the rice in the spoon with bamboo shoots and forcefully fed it into the mouth of the person in his arms.

　　Bamboo shoots are his favorite.

　　"Ah, I don't want it, I won't eat it, eh." As soon as the taste of bamboo shoots entered his mouth, Fang Baoxuan felt that his whole mouth and even his life were filled with the taste of despair.

　　Don't eat, don't eat, don't eat, even if you die, you won't eat.

　　At this moment, Fang Baoxuan only had these few words lingering in her mind, and the nausea in her chest was almost overwhelming.

　　Fang Baoxuan didn't care about the acting that she couldn't raise her hands. She turned her head and spat the food in her mouth all over the floor with a "wow" sound, and then raised her hands.

　　Snapped--

　　The porcelain bowl in Fang Yunmo's hand was blown away and fell to the hard floor. With a crisp collision, the porcelain bowl fell into pieces.

　　The moment they heard the sound of shattering, the servants around them almost stopped walking, and their eyes were all uncontrollably directed towards the broken porcelain bowl on the ground. There was only one thought in their minds at the moment.

　　A storm may be coming!

　　Looking at the broken rice dishes on the floor, Fang Yunmo had veins popping out on his forehead, and his head began to throb and hurt again.

　　He is not, he is not, he is not, his baby will not not like eating bamboo shoots, his baby will not knock over his bowl, he is not my treasure...

　　He is, he is my baby, my most important baby. He will call me daddy, he will be willful, and he will have a temper, but he is my baby...

　　There were two voices in Fang Yunmo's mind. They were fighting, arguing, roaring, and roaring, turning his entire mind into a bloody Shura purgatory.

　　The sun on both sides was beating loudly, and Fang Yunmo held down his head that was in severe pain.

　　There always seems to be something in the blank memory that wants to escape, but no matter what, it can't really break free of the stubborn shackles and dust.