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My Baby Talk Level is Maxed Out, and the Rich and Powerful Are Queuing up to Beg Me to Take Care of Their Babies

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Xie Nanzhi said he was not worried about such a trivial matter as traveling through time. But as soon as you open your eyes, you become a wet nurse and you are immediately dragged away to take care of things. This is a bit too much. Just because the young master she brought along couldn't stop crying for no reason. But who would have thought that Xie Nanzhi could understand baby talk. As soon as the little cub grinned, she knew whether he wanted milk and a diaper change, or whether he just wanted to be a monster. What's even more outrageous is that she is bound to a modern supermarket system that is open 24 hours a day. Milk powder, teething sticks, pacifiers, whatever you need is available. "Are you hungry? Let's take a second step of organic milk powder." "Tooth itching? Small silicone mushroom, chew it." The little baby burst into laughter on the spot and even burped. Xie Nanzhi clapped his hands and thought: This ancient salted fish life is stable. As a result, there was a long queue at the door the next day. The demon king in the general's palace, the weirdo in the minister's family, the little bully from the Marquis who specializes in pulling people's hair... The naughty children were all carried by their parents like dumplings. Xie Nanzhi: "I just want to take my cub to bask in the sun. Are you asking me to open a kindergarten?" One day, the Queen sent several little princesses and princes over to "experience life." Xie Nanzhi looked at the pile of golden branches and jade leaves in front of him and almost dropped the bottle. Since then, the first "Rong's Kindergarten" in ancient times that integrates a nursery, early childhood education class, and correction center for naughty children was officially opened for business. Many years later, Xie Nanzhi finally retired. But earth-shattering cries came from behind. When I turned around, a group of half-grown children caught up with them with red eyes: "Auntie Xie, don't leave! Who will we cry to when you leave?"