Leng Yicheng grinned, his eyes bent into a crescent moon.

"Daddy, you're so nice"

"Give Me Something Else to Eat"

"Good"

The little guy is very diligent, he takes whatever he tells him to take, and tiptoes to feed him to his mouth.

The cold weather is very relieved.

"Daddy, when are your feet good?"

Leng Yicheng couldn't help but touch his plaster leg.

Leng Tian glanced at him, and said lightly, "A month"

"It's been so long" Leng Yicheng was surprised, and raised his eyes to look at his head, "What about your head?"

"It's also a month" took chopsticks in the cold weather, picked up the chicken (meat ròu) in the bowl and fed it to his son.

"Are you going to be here for a long time" Leng Yicheng lowered the corners of his mouth while eating ((lick tiǎn) tiǎn), like a little gluttonous cat.

"Look at the situation"

Leng Tian glanced at his son and asked softly, "Do you want me to go home?"

"I want Mom (Mimī) to go home, if you are here, Mom (Mimī) will not be available to accompany me" Leng Yicheng wrinkled his face.

I can't cry or laugh in the cold.

This mother and son are really feeling (情qíng) and making him jealous.

"So, you have to get better quickly, this chicken (meat ròu) is left for you to eat, and I have it too"

As he spoke, Leng Yicheng turned around and went to eat his own bowl.

Leng Tian raised his eyebrows.

Look at him chirping and drinking the soup, and handed the bowl over, "Give me another bowl." ”

Leng Yicheng looked at him and hugged his own bowl over, "This bowl is for you, that one is still very hot."

Leng Tian pinched his little face, "You drink this bowl yourself." ”

The little guy still cares about him

Heika came in at this time, and several people carried an assembled dining table, carefully came in, and put it aside.

"Sir, I'll put things on it" asked for a cold day, and after seeing him bow, Heika and a few people moved the food to the table.

It's very convenient in this cold weather, and the black card also made a children's chair very intimately.

The father and son sat side by side, serving a bowl of chicken soup for themselves in the cold weather, and adding a little (hot) to the son before closing the lid of the soup cup.

"Daddy, this is for you" Leng Yicheng sandwiched a small yellow egg and put it in his bowl.

"This is an egg, you don't eat it" Leng Tian looked at the egg in his abdomen, his phoenix eyes turned, and he glanced at the little guy with a puzzled face.

Leng Yicheng shook his head, "It's not delicious"

Cold

"Here's for you," he also took a piece and put it in his son's bowl.

"What is this?"

Leng Yicheng took the chopsticks and pulled them down, looking left and right.

"Nice place to eat"

Leng Tian glanced at the chicken (fart pì) strand near (meat ròu).

"Oh" Leng Yicheng tried it in a small mouthful, and his little brows furrowed, "Fat"

Leng Tian smiled lowly, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious is fat" Leng Yicheng muttered, busy eating.

"If it's not fat, it's not delicious" Leng Tian touched his son's fluffy hair, and succeeded in flickering.

The summer solstice is awakened by the pungent aroma.

As soon as I woke up, I saw their father and son sitting there eating, one big and one small, and they shared food with each other from time to time, which was so warm that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"Daddy, this one is delicious, you eat one"

Leng Yicheng sandwiched a ball to Leng Tian.

Leng Tian cooperated and went over and ate his son's chopsticks.

"Be careful, it's hot inside," Leng Yicheng hurriedly admonished.

Leng Tian glanced at his son's worried little eyes, and teased, "You think I'm you"

"Hmph, people won't get hot" Leng Yicheng turned his head to eat seriously, sitting upright and well-behaved.