"It's a good idea." When Ling Shuhan heard this, he was very happy, and he pulled his little granddaughter back to sit down next to the chessboard.

"Look at the three grandchildren." Gao Xueqing and Ning Yuanlan sat on the sofa watching TV, paying attention to them all the time, and found that their old wife was like a child, and they couldn't help laughing.

When people are old, they like this kind of comfortable, ordinary, but very aunty life.

The painting that the little granddaughter painted for herself, and the first game of chess that the little grandchild played with her, are all worth cherishing and recalling.

On this day's lunch, Gao Xueqing and Ning Yuanlan made it together.

Ning Yuanlan's cooking skills are average, barely on the countertop, and the taste is naturally not as good as Gao Xueqing and Ling Mo, so he only helps Gao Xueqing in the kitchen.

Ling Shuhan continued to play chess with Ling Xi on the side, and Ling Baolu, who was usually active and playful, was rarely quiet today, sitting obediently next to the coffee table and painting for his grandfather and brother.

When Ling Mo came in the door, he saw such a peaceful side, in the kitchen, his mother was cooking, and his wife, who was an average cook, was helping, her cooking skills were not very good, but over the years, under her own tutelage, her ability to lay down has become more and more powerful.

On the other side, his father was playing chess with his eldest son, and his daughter was sitting obediently with a paintbrush and didn't know what he was painting.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" Ling Mo coughed lightly, and then changed his compromise and stepped onto the floor of the living room.

"Daddy, you're back." Usually as long as he sees him come back, he will rush over and hug his daughter, but this time he didn't rush to look for him, but just looked up at him, and continued to keep his head down.

"What is the fawn doing?" Ling Mo put away his things, loosened his tie, and walked towards his daughter.

"I'm drawing grandpa and brother." Ling Baolu replied, but did not look up.

"Oh, Daddy, look." Ling Mo leaned over and immediately saw the lifelike old man and young man in the sketchbook, weren't they his own old man and Ling Xi?

"Dad, Baolu has already drawn one, and grandpa said that it should be packed up in a photo frame, so that you can see it every day before going to bed, and you can see it when you wake up the next day." Ling Baolu finally finished painting the second painting, and said to Ling Mo in a matter-of-fact manner, "This one is for my brother, and my father looks like it." ”

"Like, really like." Ling Mo took the sketchbook and looked at it for a while, and then said in surprise, "Xiaolu'er's painting skills are really good." ”

"Hee-hee." Xiaolu'er giggled, and then circled Ling Mo's neck and said arrogantly, "Did Dad miss me when he went to the company today?" ”

"Of course." Ling Mo sat on the sofa with his daughter in his arms, and when he was tired every day when he went home, it was very pleasant to be able to tell Baolu about "lovesickness" with him, "Then does Baolu miss his father?" ”

"Of course I think about it, Xiaolu'er misses her father the most." Ling Baolu put his arms around his father's neck and kissed Ling Mo on the cheek, "Dad, today is my brother's birthday, will there be a lot of little friends coming?" ”

"yes." Ling Mo nodded, "When we have lunch, can we call my brother and friend?" ”

"Okay." Ling Baolu nodded.

The father and daughter chatted on the sofa for a while, and Ning Yuanlan came out to call someone to have lunch, "Dad, Ling Mo, Xiaoxi, Xiaolu'er, go wash your hands and have lunch." ”