Zhong Xiaozhe opened his clothes and exposed his belly. He pointed at it and said, "It's hungry."
Zhong Zhenzhen had nothing to do with him, "Wait for a while, I'll be home soon."
Zhong Xiaozhe kept repeating like a repeater: "It's hungry, mom, it's hungry." He turned to look at Song Zixuan again, "Dad, it's hungry."
Song Zixuan took out a box of candy from his pocket. He just bought it in the supermarket. He came forward and waved it in front of Zhong Xiaozhe's eyes.
"Wow" Zhong Xiaozhe felt like he saw an angel
Zhong Zhenzhen, please stop, "No sweets allowed."
"Mom..." Zhong Xiaozhe pouted, as if he was about to cry.
"One" Zhong Zhenzhen compromised.
Zhong Xiaozhe stretched out two fingers, "Two"
"OK" Zhong Zhenzhen nodded.
Song Zixuan felt like an outsider for a moment. He was not included in their conversation.
When he got home, Song Zixuan carried the chicken into the kitchen. He wanted to go back to the room and take a nap, but Zhong Zhenzhen pulled him back and said, "I'm going to make chicken soup tonight. Xiaozhe and I are waiting to drink it."
After saying that, she picked up Zhong Xiaozhe, and they sat on the sofa and ate snacks.
Song Zixuan wanted to eat the chicken alive, so he silently put on an apron and went to get up close and personal with the kitchen.
After a while, Zhong Xiaozhe smelled the fragrance, jumped up from the sofa, and ran to the kitchen, "Dad, your cooking smells so good." Then he shouted to Zhong Zhenzhen outside, "Zhong Zhenzhen, you really need to learn how to cook."
study"
Zhong Zhenzhen enjoyed this state very much. She felt that it was great that Song Zixuan was obedient to her after losing his memory.
Song Zixuan raised his mouth proudly. Don't underestimate him as a nanny. He is a first-class cook, and it is something that ordinary people can't eat.
After making the soup, Song Zixuan brought it out. Zhong Xiaozhe took his small bowl and followed Song Zixuan from the kitchen.
"I want to drink." Zhong Xiaozhe was so greedy that his mouth watered.
Zhong Zhenzhen stopped Song Zixuan's hand, which was about to scoop soup for Zhong Xiaozhe, "Wait a minute."
She ran to the kitchen and got the thermos box, "Leave some for that guy Qin Hanliang."
Song Zixuan's face sank. He actually wanted to give the soup he made to that guy named Qin. Why on earth could that guy do that?
No matter how I think about it, I feel like there is a centipede crawling in my heart, and it is unbearably itchy.
I endure it, I endure it!
Zhong Zhenzhen handed the thermos box over, stared at Song Zixuan, and motioned for him to decorate it.
Song Zixuan ignored her, first added some more to Zhong Xiaozhe's bowl, and then sat aside feeling depressed.