Everyone was startled at first, and then looked towards the door.
I saw a young man wearing smart clothes, his hair tied high with a red silk ribbon, and a hearty smile on his face, crossing the threshold and walking in.
"Brother..." An, the boy sitting on the baby stool, stretched out his oily little hand, pointed at the boy at the door, and called out first.
Song Ziling's eyes lit up. Unexpectedly, An An could recognize him at a glance after not seeing him for half a year.
"Young Master..." "Zi Ling."
"Brother Zi Ling."
Everyone in the room exclaimed in surprise, but Shen Wan looked at her son who suddenly appeared with a smile.
If she hadn't been so surprised when she saw Chu Ling, she would have doubted whether these two brats had made an appointment to come to Jiangzhou together to surprise him.
Chu Ling was very happy. She stood up and walked towards Song Ziling, opened her arms and hugged him.
Seeing that he was a head taller than me, I felt a little jealous.
But after not seeing him for more than a year, he actually grew a lot taller.
"Ling'er, why didn't you send me a letter when you came to Jiangzhou City?"
Song Ziling patted Chu Ling's back hard.
Chu Ling coughed twice when he slapped her, "Ahem, didn't you tell me that you were coming to Jiangzhou to see your mother?"
"Haha..." Song Ziling smiled, let go of Chu Ling, looked at the gentle lady who looked at her with a smile and called: "Mom, my son is here to see you."
Shen Wan stood up, smiled and opened her hands to him, her heart full of joy. She really did not hurt or raise these two children, Zi Ling and Ling'er, in vain.
Song Ziling walked forward with a smile, hugged her mother tightly, and buried her head on her shoulder.
Shen Wan touched his head and smiled happily: "You are as tall as your mother now!"
Song Ziling smelled the warm and reassuring fragrance of her mother and said stickyly: "I will grow taller than my mother in the future and hold up the sky for my mother."
Shen Wan smiled and said, "Okay."
"Brother, brother."
The little boy was so anxious in the baby chair that he wanted to come out and hug his brother.
Song Ziling heard the little guy's anxious voice, let go of his mother, walked to the baby chair, and picked up his little brother with oily hands.
Kissed him on the cheek and said, "An'an is so smart. We haven't seen each other for such a long time. You still remember that I am your brother!"
"Brother, ah..." Xiao Zian kissed his brother back with a greasy mouth.
Brother is brother! An An will always remember him.
"Kiss my face."
Song Ziling wiped his face, but there was no look of disgust on his face.
"Sister Hui'er, sister Wuyi."
Song Ziling hugged Xiao An and called Hui'er and Wuyi.
Both of them smiled and nodded. Huier asked: "Has the eldest master eaten?" "Not yet!"
"Then I'll ask someone to bring more bowls and chopsticks and some more dishes."
Hui'er said with a smile, took off Song Ziling's baggage, put it aside, and went to the kitchen in person.
Song Ziling hugged his younger brother and sat down on the stool. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the oil from his younger brother's mouth.
He glanced at the rice bowl and fork on the baby chair and praised with a smile: "Can we, An An, eat by ourselves now?"
"kindness."
Xiaozi An nodded vigorously.
“Awesome.”
Song Ziling gave his younger brother a thumbs up.
I heard from his grandma that when he was two years old, he still had to be fed!
When An An is older, she can eat by herself, which is much better than him.
"Hehe..." An, the boy who was praised by his brother, grinned sheepishly.