Bo Qichen looked at Tang Tang Tang, his eyes were gentle and nodded.

Tang Tang was relieved when he got a satisfactory answer.

But what happened today made the little princess murmur. She was worried, "Baba, does brother qianniao not like me? I feel that brother qianniao seems to hate me. Is Tang Tang Tang wrong?"

"No, no one will hate you."

After a pause, "qianniao has a lonely temperament. He's just not good at words."

Tang Tang suddenly understood, "just like his brother?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I see."

Tang Tang seems to suddenly understand something. He doesn't blame him.

Bo Qichen didn't understand what was in the little princess's mind and told her to go to bed.

"Don't forget to let mommy eat. Baba, you go to bed early. You work hard."

"Yes."

Tang Tang lay in bed, still thinking about Tang Qingge's failure to eat. She muttered, closed her eyes and soon went to bed, and slept soundly.

Bo Qichen pursed his lips and looked at Tang Tang Tang, thinking, can his son be so careful?

At this moment, in the next room, Tang Cheng kicked away his quilt and fell asleep.

So it's my daughter.

He kissed her on the forehead and whispered, "good night, my angel."

Downstairs, he went to the kitchen and looked at the remaining dishes and rice grains in the kitchen. He skillfully rolled up his sleeves, picked up the kitchen knife, washed and cut vegetables.

Tang Qingge chewed words in his bedroom with interest. The more he looked back, the more he felt the thrilling story. The play integrated too many elements in it. The joys and sorrows inside made people cry. Tang Qingge cried several times.

Mom, the king of Qingcheng is really great. He is definitely a wonderful man!

If only she could marry such a man.

Tang Qingge was moved to cry while smelling a sweet aroma. Her nose moved, and suddenly her stomach 'grunted' and hit her mouth. She was hungry.

Who's cooking? Does she want to see someone?

Tang Qingge immediately got up and went downstairs. He was going to scare the guy who stole food in the middle of the night. As a result, he looked at the back, mom!

Did she have a treat tonight?

As soon as Bo Qichen looked back, he saw the small head with eyes.

His eyes flashed slightly and waved to her.

Tang Qingge immediately came over. She looked greedily at the bamboo leaf minced meat porridge being cooked in the pot, watched the big boss bring it to the table, and then scooped her a bowl. She had a big appetite, "I'm not polite!"

Tang Qingge's eyes lit up when he took a breath!

Drink well!

Tang Qingge went downstairs and didn't forget to take the script. While drinking, she opened the script and began the selfless mode of watching and drinking. Bo Qichen watched as he put pickles in his mouth as meat.

He immediately caught her and stopped her from killing herself.

But she didn't seem to realize that the pickles in her mouth were gone. She took a mechanical bite of the air, and then began to chew and swallow it.

Swallowed lonely.

Bo Qichen, "..."

Seeing that she was going to clip the egg skin again, thin Qichen was helpless. He took chopsticks from her hand and scooped a spoonful of minced meat soup to her mouth. She sucked and drank without looking.

At this time, even if the poison is handed to Tang Qingge's mouth, it is estimated that she will drink it.

Bo Qichen fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Cooking and feeding, even Tang Tang Tang doesn't have this treatment.

He wiped her mouth after feeding her porridge. Tang Qingge was fascinated by the script. Bo Qichen took her to bed. She didn't react. After a while, the script was taken away.

"Hey, I haven't finished reading it yet!"

He looked at her from above. "Sleep."

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