When making furniture, Song Jingzhi made safety tables and chairs for the children according to Tang Xiaoxiao's guidance, and they can now sit on the chairs and eat by themselves.

After eating, the young players rushed to clean up before going back.

Before Xiao Jieming left, he handed Song Jingzhi some tickets and change, and the food at this time was still rationed, which was made up by the team members.

For dinner, they invited Tang's father and Tang's mother, He Xiaoqian and Xu Zeming, as well as Song Wei and Song Xiaolan, because they had to go to class and work during the day, so they deliberately set it for dinner.

After everyone left, after the little couple washed the children, Tang Xiaoxiao led An An, and Song Jingzhi led Pingping to their respective rooms.

Because I told the children before that when they grow up, they will sleep in their own rooms when they move, so the children do not have feelings of rejection.

Especially Pingping, Song Jingzhi only slapped a few times, and he fell asleep.

An An took her mother's hand and pestered her to tell her several bedtime stories, and finally couldn't stay up anymore before closing her eyes.

Because the children are still young, their rooms are on the left and right sides of the little couple, so that they can go over and check what is going on at night.

"Sleeping?" Song Jingzhi came out of the ordinary room and waited for his little daughter-in-law at the door.

"Sleep." She nodded softly.

"Tired or not?" Distressed that his daughter-in-law had cooked for the day, he reached out to help her rub her shoulders.

"Not tired." She didn't do anything today, she was just in charge of stir-frying, and the chores in the evening were all done by Song Jingzhi.

"The kids are asleep, and it's my turn." He smiled and bent down to pick up his little daughter-in-law.

"Ah~" Tang Xiaoxiao exclaimed, and was afraid of waking up the child, so he quickly covered his mouth.

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Afterwards, he couldn't get enough of hugging his wife, who was too tired to speak.

"Don't sleep yet, do it again." As he spoke, he leaned into her again.

Since he arrived at the family home in Beijing, because he slept with the children, he didn't dare to go too far every time, for fear of waking the children up.

"I want to sleep." She was so tired that she didn't want to move her fingers.

"Just once, wife." He leaned into her ear and blew softly.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the little couple looked up at the door.

Their little girl opened her eyes in a daze, crawled to the end of their bed, curled up and closed her eyes, and in less than three seconds there was a slight purring sound.

"This ......" Tang Xiaoxiao looked at Song Jingzhi, a little at a loss, this shouldn't be sleepwalking, right?

"When she sleeps well, I'll hug her again, you can sleep first."

glanced at his daughter-in-law resentfully, and he resigned himself to raising his hand to cover An An with the quilt.

Half an hour later, he carried his sleeping daughter back to her room.

When Tang Xiaoxiao woke up the next day, there was no Song Jingzhi by his side.

Looking at the alarm clock on the table, she sat up after ten o'clock, and soon there was movement outside the door.

Thinking that the child had woken up, she got up and got dressed, and walked out of the door, but in the hall was Song Jingzhi, who had finished training in the morning.

"Why are you back?" She asked.

"It's close, the morning training starts at 8 o'clock, and I'll come back to bring breakfast to your mother-in-law." He shook the oiled paper bag in his hand.

"What did you buy?" She asked.

"Soy milk fritters and a few buns, all of which I bought on the way back." He laughs.

"You eat first, you have to rush back to training." With that, she gently pushed the children's room open.

The children were still asleep, and she decided to wash up before calling them.

He didn't refuse, and it was true that if he waited for his wife and children to eat together, he would have been too late to train.

Taking a bite of the fritters, he furrowed his eyebrows.

"You better stop eating these fritters." He turned to Tang Xiaoxiao, who was brushing his teeth in the yard, and said.

"What's wrong? Bad? She looked back at him, and it was rare for Song Jingzhi to find something unpalatable.

"It's too hard, it should be that the noodles are not good." In the end, the fritters were soaked in soy milk and eaten, and the taste of soy milk also made him sigh, as light as water.

"I think if my father and mother come to sell breakfast, the business should be very good." When Song Jingzhi came back at noon, Tang Xiaoxiao mentioned.

"What's wrong? Buns don't taste good either? He asked, stir-frying.

"The noodles I made for the kids for breakfast." She said.

Originally, Pingping and An An watched that breakfast was eating steamed buns, but they were happy.

As a result, the two children just took a bite, and they both looked at her with suspicious eyes, because the two had taught them not to waste food, but they didn't spit it out.

"Mom, this bun is so unpalatable."

The steamed buns that the children ate before were either made at home or bought at the steamed bun shop at the entrance of the family home, and this phenomenon has never occurred.

Tang Xiaoxiao reached out and took a bite of the buns in the children's hands, and immediately decided to give the children noodles to eat.

"Is this bun shop opening for the first day?" Is it too much time, and this side is not good? How is it sour and hard?

"No, I've seen the door open the first few times I've been here." When he came to clean up the courtyard before, he had indeed seen this bun shop.

"Do you see anyone else buying?"

"Well, I don't think so." He shook his head.

"Now when you buy things, try to buy things where there is business."

Tang Xiaoxiao still understands this aspect, and now he has just supported individual businesses.

Some people have a little money in their hands and want to try it, but they are still groping, but in fact, it is not necessarily whether they are suitable for this industry.

Sometimes, when you make a family's buns at home, there are only about a dozen, which may be delicious, but you have to pack a lot, and you have to calculate the cost, and it is certain that you can't grasp the various ingredients well.

So at this time, the food is slowly groped.

In the next few nights, An An climbed into bed several times under the watchful eyes of the young couple.

Finally, on the evening of the sixth day, the little couple waited until twelve o'clock in the evening, but they didn't see the little girl coming.

Song Jingzhi was worried and went over to check, his little girl was sleeping soundly with her little doll in her arms.

Since then, An An has never slept at the end of her parents' bed in the middle of the night.

Song's father and Song's mother arrived in Beijing half a month after they moved, and during this period, Song Jingzhi and they received a lot of packages one after another.

When Song Jingzhi drove a military car to pick up his father and mother, he couldn't help but be frightened by the things they brought, especially when Song's father was still carrying Song's mother's tea tree trunk and carrying the family's old bowl.

"Daddy, how did you get on the train?" Although the ticket was a sleeper that he had booked in advance, how did the old couple get on the train with the luggage they were crammed with luggage?

"Your eldest brother and He Wu and a few young people in the village put us on the train before going back." Father Song said with a smile.

When he got off the bus, Song Jingzhi knew that there were several young people and flight attendants who helped the old couple carry their luggage down, and Song Jingzhi also thanked several people.