"When the firewood was extinguished, all the cuts were gone, and the child lay in the cold snow and closed his eyes happily."

I closed my eyes happily......

"Did that little girl go to Elysium too?"

Song Nanchen raised his head, met her eyes full of sadness in the faint light.

After a few seconds of silence, she nodded: "Well, but she walked with a smile, there is her favorite grandmother and food in Elysium, and the place is no longer cold, if there is no beating her father, she will definitely have a happy life."

There was silence in the car again.

Xiao Fubao turned his head and closed his eyes.

It seemed that a familiar figure appeared in front of her, smiling softly at her.

Suddenly, a tear slipped silently from the corner of his eye.

Song Nanchen didn't realize it, and continued to read the next story to her.

Xiao Fubao bit his lower lip and trembled slightly.

Master, are you doing over there?

Did you eat well?

Everything is fine with Fubao.

Fu Bao ...... I miss you so much......

She didn't know how she fell asleep.

The next day, she was already out of bed.

She didn't turn on the light, but lightly touched the edge of the vegetable sink and moved a small chair to stand up to wash.

But the space in the RV was small, and even if she moved lightly, the sound of washing still woke up Song Nanchen.

Song Nanchen opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the small figure next to the vegetable washing sink.

"Little Fubao is early, do you get up so early every day?"

Xiao Fubao carefully wiped his face with a towel and nodded: "That's right! Fu Bao is used to it!"

Hearing Xiao Fubao's energetic voice early in the morning, Song Nanchen couldn't help laughing: "You are really self-disciplined, how can you be like our little padded jacket, it takes a lot of effort every time you wake her up, otherwise you will sleep until eight or nine o'clock."

Since even Xiao Fubao has already gotten up, he must not be able to stay in bed anymore, so he also got up together and prepared to make breakfast for her.

The two turned on the monitor.

[Hi, good morning baby, did you sleep well yesterday?] 】

[The first time I got up in the morning, I saw not that the little baby and Sang Wanzhou were in the same frame, but that the little baby and Song Nanchen were in the same frame, which was a bit novel. 】

[I feel the same way, I still habitually come over to see Xiaobao and Sang Wanzhou, and when I saw Song Nanchen, I was still stunned for a while, and then I remembered that they had changed parents. 】

Song Nanchen simply coated two slices of toast with egg liquid, coated them with cheese, and put them in the oven.

Two more packets of flat food were taken out of the frozen layer.

Yesterday, when he was collecting the dishes and chopsticks, Song Nanchen specially brought the induction cooker to him, in order to make it easier for him to make breakfast this morning.

He put some water in the pot and put it in the flat food and seasoning packets when the water boiled.

While waiting for the flat food to cook, the two slices of toast were also baked.

He took out two slices of toast and folded them on a plate, pressed a hole in the middle with a spoon, poured the milk into it, and the heat of the bread heated the milk slightly, and sprinkled a layer of cocoa powder on top.

The flat food was just cooked, and Song Nanchen divided the flat food into two bowls.

"Come, breakfast is ready, come and taste your uncle's craftsmanship to your liking."

Song Nanchen put a bowl of flat food and that plate of toast in front of Xiao Fubao, and handed her all the knives, forks and spoons.

Don't forget to remind: "Eat slowly, be careful of burning."