Chapter 0036-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

Age two months.”

Her diction was rather elaborate, and not at all like the tone and manner of a person of her age –

Well, after all, the only person of his age that Leon had met so far was Mune, so he used Mune as the standard.

Her mannerisms and the way she carried herself were worlds apart from Moune’s.

“Leon, won’t you introduce yourself to your daughter?” Lois Visser said.

“Oh well…sorry.”

Leon clears his throat and walks over to Noa, half crouching down to be at eye level with her and

“Hello Noah, my name is Leon Casmode, I’m your father.”

Noah looked him in the eye and returned, unabashedly and wordily.

“Read.”

Leon froze.

What the hell is “read, read”?

Why is there a strong sense of dissonance in such a formal phrase being spoken by a little girl who is one year and two months old?

What kind of daughter responds to her father’s words with something as abstract as “read”?

Finally, before Loseweather burst out laughing, Moune came over to Noa, quietly tugged on her sleeve, and whispered, “Sister, talk more and more, don’t embarrass Dad.”

Noa looked sideways at her sister and said seriously, “Children don’t interrupt when adults are talking.”

“Well ……,” Murn pouted, fiddling with her fingers as she looked down and silently stood behind Noa.

Snap–

Loseweather pursed her lips to stifle a smile and clapped her hands together, “Well, introductions are over, so come and eat.”

Noah led his sister by the hand to the chairs at the table.

It was obvious that neither of them were as tall as the chair, but Noa just propped her sister up and sat her down first.

Only then did he himself walk over to the chair next to him, and with a hand, a brace, and a stomp on the floor, he went up.

Looking over at Leon, who was still a bit frazzled, Losweather asked, “Why don’t you serve it? Is it too late to eat?”

Leon snapped back to his seat, sardonically.

Lois Visser was at the head of the table;

Leon, on the other hand, sat opposite his two daughters.

On the table was a dinner prepared by Lois Visser.

Mourne couldn’t wait to get to the pan-fried steak on the dinner plate.

But before doing so, he was stopped by Noah.

Only to see Noa expressionlessly pick up the scarf on the table and put it on Moune’s collar with all seriousness.

“Take the knife in your right hand and the fork in your left, and don’t misremember this time, Moune.” Noa instructed.

“Uh-huh, definitely won’t misremember, sis.”

“Okay, eat.”

Leon watched the scene across the room in silence, even though he had just been thrown off by his eldest daughter, he had to admit that the little one was far more mature than she looked.

Whether this maturity was a deliberate pretense, or if she was just that way, she had far exceeded Leon’s expectations.

And then look at Loseweather.

She seemed to have gotten used to this a long time ago.

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