"You know how much a hundred dollars is, so you dare to ask for it. ”

Li Shengnan was startled by the girl's lion mouth, hurriedly came over, covered the wet hand towel in his hand and wiped it on the girl's face, blocking the little mouth of the horn.

This kid is usually a bit crazy, and the more people there are, the sweeter his words become.

It's still rare to be so lively as today.

Don't really kowtow to the after-effects, right?

I haven't heard of anyone having a concussion, and I can talk non-stop.

The child wants to be relieved of her heart, right?

Li Shengnan was warmed by his own small padded jacket, and his hand movements were extremely gentle.

The maternal love that erupted at that moment simply blinded the eyes of the people around her!

Song Ci looked up and obediently let her mother rub it.

The soaked hand towel is cool and comfortable, with a faint smell of soap, as if it smells a little bit after sun exposure.

Song Ci wasn't sure if the latter was her brain supplement.

But he still couldn't control it, and took the initiative to bury his face in the handkerchief and inhale deeply.

It feels so good to be alive.

With an inexhaustible supply of sunlight, air to splurge on, and a safe and harmless source of clean water to use at any time, it's a dream day!

Safety, no war, order, equality, warmth!

There are also parents and relatives who selflessly care for her, and outsiders are also friendly comrades!

"Mom, I love you so much. ”

Song Ci hugged her mother's waist, raised her head and smiled.

"If you have a sweet mouth, you will coax people. ”

Li Shengnan looked at the girl's white smiling face, touched Liangjin, and nodded her with satisfaction.

Song Ci smiled and leaned back along her mother's hand, like a big Fuwa tumbler, leaning on the back of the chair and smiling at her mother, with no haze in her bright eyes.

"Silly. ”

Li Shengnan laughed and let him out with a wet hand towel.

Mrs. Song came in with a large bowl of eggs in sugar water and greeted warmly:

"Brown sugar egg water is here, come and try it. The eggs laid by the stupid hens at home are more fragrant than the feed from the chicken farms you bought in the city. ”

The big bowl rested on the table, and there were a dozen poached eggs in it, crowded to the brim.

Mrs. Song warmly greeted the guests:

"Come and try it. There's nothing good at home, don't dislike it. ”

Zhang Jing was stuffed with a spoon in her hand, but she was not enthusiastic, and she scooped up a sip of brown sugar water and drank it with kindness:

"It's fragrant and sweet, grandma is a good craft. ”

Mrs. Song was praised, she smiled so much that she couldn't see her teeth, and while stuffing a spoon into Wei Xiaofu's hand, she said to Zhang Jing with a smile:

"This girl really can talk and taste eggs. ”

turned his head to look at Wei Xiaofu who was standing still, and nudged her:

"Eat, it's delicious. If the guys in the family lack arms and legs, and they are neat, you can make do with your brothers. ”

After speaking, he put the last iron spoon into his granddaughter's hand and instructed:

"Eat slowly, don't spill it, and don't get dirty with your freshly changed clothes. ”

Song Ci looked at the iron spoon in her hand, it was not the kind of silver with delicate patterns that she used to use, nor was it stainless steel, just like an ordinary white iron spoon, not even an alloy.

The spoon was cleaned, but it was still unsightly, the potholes were dull, and the handle of the spoon was not so straight, and it had been used for many years.

Song Ci held the spoon, raised his head and replied crisply:

"Got it. Thank you grandma for making the food, hard work. ”

Mrs. Song groaned, and her old face bloomed with a smile.

"My granddaughter is sensible and knows that she feels sorry for her milk. ”

Song Ci grinned, took an iron spoon that was a bit heavy for her, carefully scooped up half a spoonful of brown sugar water, and held it high to feed her:

"Milk first. ”

Mrs. Song didn't drink it, her mouth was full of sweetness, and she shook her head happily:

"Milk doesn't like to drink this, you drink. ”

Song Ci insisted on holding the spoon and said seriously:

"Milk is deceiving, milk must like such a delicious thing. My parents taught me that if you have good things, you must first honor your elders, drink milk, and love when you drink it. ”

Mrs. Song saw that her little person was working hard, so she quickly lowered her head and went over to take a sip, held her little hand and withdrew it, and couldn't help but pick up her little granddaughter and sit down, and said lovingly:

"Feed you. ”