"I love beef noodles." When Ling Baolu heard this, he immediately pulled Ning Yuanlan towards the restaurant, Ling Mo was in a hurry, so Ning Yuanlan had already eaten with him before sending him out again, and he was not hungry at this time, so he sat aside to eat and drink soy milk.

"Won't Mom eat it? What about Dad? Ling Xi started to eat noodles before he remembered that he hadn't seen his father this morning.

"Go to the company." Ning Yuanlan replied to him with the soy milk in his mouth right now.

"Ah, it's my birthday." Ling Xi was very worried, could Ling Mo's own father just care about going to work regardless of his birthday?

"Don't worry, he'll be back at noon." Ning Yuanlan replied, "Even if your father forgets his birthday and mine, he won't forget you, don't worry, come, eat noodles obediently." ”

Ling Shuhan came out of the kitchen at this time, holding two bowls of noodles in his hands, and after putting them on the dining table, the four of them began to eat noodles.

"Good morning Grandpa. Good morning grandma. After the two little ones sat down with their grandparents, they ate one and said good morning to them.

"Good morning, eat slowly, don't rush." Ling Shuhan looked at his grandchildren with drowning eyes, he once thought that his stubborn son might never get married in his life, he wanted to think about watching his two grandchildren eat breakfast like this today, and he didn't know that he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

Ling Shuhan felt very relieved when he thought about it, when people reach their old age, they don't have so many utilitarian calculations for a long time, and they just want to spend their old age in peace and enjoy their families.

"Uh-huh." The two little ones nodded obediently, vaguely responded, and continued to eat the noodles in large gulps.

Gao Xueqing's beef was cut well, each grain was boiled just right, the taste was just right, the two little guys ate it with relish, ate a big bowl of noodles, and didn't even let go of the soup, Gao Xueqing saw it in his eyes, the Manchus were terrible.

After breakfast, Ling Xi played chess with Ling Shuhan on the side, Baolu took his sketchbook and learned to draw with Ning Yuanlan, and the little girl drew her grandfather and brother who were playing chess.

When the game of chess was over and the little girl's work was finished, she put down her paintbrush, got up with a sketchbook, walked to Ling Shuhan's side, and said to Ling Shuhan like a treasure, "Grandpa, look, this is painted by Baolu, this is grandpa, this is brother." ”

"Wow, it's so good, it's like it's drawn." Ling Shuhan took the sketchbook, pushed the reading glasses up, and looked carefully, only to find that the little granddaughter's painting talent is really high, and the simple sketch characters paint herself and her little grandson vividly.

"Does Grandpa like it?" Seeing that his grandfather was very happy, Ling Baolu immediately said to Ling Shuhan, "Baolu will give it to grandpa and put it on the chuang head cabinet as a photo, okay?" ”

"Yes, of course." Ling Shuhan nodded, stood up with his sketchbook, and went to the locker to find a blade.

"Grandpa, where are you going?" Ling Baolu didn't understand, turned around and pulled his brother to chase Ling Shuhan to the locker.

"Find a blade, cut this picture, frame it, and put it on Grandpa's head, Grandpa wakes up every morning, and before going to bed at night, he can see it, this is a picture that my precious granddaughter painted for me, it is very significant." Ling Shuhan replied as he found the blade, carefully cut the piece of paper from the sketchbook, and carefully placed it.

"Hee-hee." Ling Baolu was very happy that his work was recognized by his grandfather, and then said to Ling Xi, "Brother, you can play chess with your grandfather again, and Baolu will draw another one for my brother." ”