husband and wife

Chapter 334

As soon as the words fell, Song Liangchen couldn't wait to hug the chicken leg and gnawed a mouthful of oil. Song's mother instantly forgot what she had just said, and took a handkerchief to wipe the little guy's mouth with a smile, and said cheerfully: "Liangchen is really good!" Great."

At Song Liangchen's age, he likes to do everything by himself, and his enthusiasm is even higher when he is praised. However, the little guy's actions are still unstable, and he often messes himself up, and he still has a sense of accomplishment .

Just like now, after being praised by Song's mother, Song Liangchen didn't want to help. He hugged the chicken leg and gnawed hard for a while. In a bit of a mess, he successfully gnawed a chicken leg, and someone outside the courtyard shouted, waiting for them to go to the ancestral hall.

It was too late to change the little guy's clothes. Luckily, Song's mother ordered someone to bring hot water and wiped his hands and face. Song Ziheng immediately carried him away.

Su Wan woke up completely, feeling short of breath. When she opened her eyes, she met her son's face with a smile showing his mouth full of baby teeth. The little guy held two handfuls of melons and fruits in his chubby hands, and held them to Su Wan. Offering a treasure to her: "Mother, it's delicious."

Early in the morning, a little angel brought a gift, and Su Wan's eyes were filled with a smile: "Give me something to eat."

Song Liangchen nodded without hesitation, and piled up in front of Su Wan: "Eat, it's delicious."

Su Wan touched his little head, and said warmly: "Mother hasn't washed yet, wait for Mother to get up and wash up, and then eat with baby."

Song Liangchen obediently climbed off Su Wan's body, then sat on the bed, watching Su Wan get up and put on her clothes cheerfully. Song Ziheng wiped his wet hair with a handkerchief, then entered the room and said, "Don't be fooled, he can't eat it." I'll leave it to you when it's over."

Su Wan immediately looked back at the little guy: "Have you eaten?"

Song Liangchen nodded with a smile, like a lovely white porcelain doll, with big eyes like crystal grapes blinking, much cuter than the Barbie doll she liked before.

Su Wan's face was bloodied by the cuteness, and she couldn't think of the fact that her son couldn't finish his meal before feeding it to her.

But after taking a closer look at her son, Su Wan noticed something was wrong: "Didn't you all get up early in the morning? Why is Liang Chen still wearing underwear?"

Song Ziheng walked up to her, and asked coolly, "Miss, don't you ask me?"

Su Wan immediately took the posture of coaxing her son, stood on tiptoe and strenuously stroked his wet hair: "Hey, why did you wash your hair?"

"Your good son, he gnawed on the chicken leg in the morning and his body was full of oil. He didn't have time to change his clothes, so I carried him to the ancestral hall, and I was covered all over."

Su Wan often said to Song Ziheng, "How is your son?" Song Ziheng always smiled helplessly and dotingly. The first time I saw him send back the original words, it was really funny, and my eyes softened. She took Song Ziheng's handkerchief, Patting the bedside: "It's really hard work, sit down, and I'll wipe your head."

Since the child was born, most of Su Wan's attention was on the child. It was rare for Song Ziheng to feel that she treated him so pamperingly. He took advantage of it, cast a secret look at his son, and obediently sat down to enjoy his wife's service.

Song Liangchen didn't receive this look at all, he was lowering his head, he piled the things in his hands on the bed, then sat with his feet domineering beside him, the chubby hands began to divide the things, the snacks were divided into three piles, the little ones The guy pursed his lips, with a serious expression as if he was doing something big, and he muttered: "One for you, one for me...two, three..."

Su Wan looked back at him, suppressed a smile, and continued to brush Song Ziheng's hair.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xiaolu said outside the door: "Miss, uncle, when will you finish it? The old lady said that it's time for breakfast, and she will help later. There is a running water feast in the village today, and people from the next village will come .”

Before Su Wan could speak, Song Ziheng said, "Go fetch some hot water and wash up."

"Yes." Xiaolu responded and left.

"My head is finished." Song Ziheng said warmly, got up and took the handkerchief from Su Wan's hand, put it aside, picked up Su Wan's coat, and put it on her.

When Xiaolu came in with water, Song Ziheng had already moved Su Wan's hair quickly. The simplest way, Su Wan started to wash, and Song Ziheng picked up his son with a serious face beside him: "Put on clothes."

It took less than half an hour for the family of three to clean up, and the others were already sitting in the living room waiting for dinner.

(End of this chapter)