Gu Jue took the beer bottle that he had snatched from little Seven's hand earlier, put it under his nose and sniffed ...
It was indeed the taste of fruit juice ...
"Daddy ..." Little seven reached out her hand to Gu Jue, her small eyes staring straight at the beer bottle in her father's hand.
He didn't know what the bottle was called, but he knew that it looked better than a milk bottle.
Moreover, the things inside were better than milk powder ...
Just now, little seven and little nine both wanted to drink the beer on the table. When he said they couldn't drink it, the two little fellows crossed their arms at the same time, pouted, and snorted at him. That little look instantly melted Ji Chenzhou's heart ...
He had no choice but to ask them to make some juice, add some bubbles, and then pour it into a beer bottle.
In return, little seven kissed him on the face and said, " handsome ...
