Today, I struggled to survive in the Shura field again.

Chapter 407 The Most Delicate

Song Nainai reached out and stuffed a piece of watermelon into Jiaojiao's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, she took out a piece of paper and wiped her hands. She looked at Jiaojiao with a smile, and then raised her hand under Jiaojiao's round eyes and tapped gently on Jiaojiao's forehead.

"Eat."

Jiaojiao's cheeks were bulging, she snorted heavily, then bent her arms, letting her little hand rest under her armpit.

"Bad sister!"

"Call me bad?" Song Nainai looked at her, and then she pulled the corners of her lips harmlessly, "I think you're looking for a beating!"

Song Nainai raised her hand and shuddered on Jiaojiao's forehead.

Then she looked at Song Xingchen innocently, "Sister Xingchen, look at Jiaojiao."

Song Xingchen: "..."

Jiaojiao: "..."

Jiaojiao was so angry that she pursed her mouth, she reached out and hugged Song Xingchen's arm, she was about to say something coquettishly, but Song Nainai interrupted without hesitation, "The soup is hot, put the vegetables in."

Song Xingchen patted Jiaojiao's head, "You can only eat this pot."

Today they chose the mandarin duck pot, with red oil on one side and tomato pot on the other. Song Xingchen pointed to the tomato pot, "Mom will keep an eye on you."

Song Nainai held her chin and smiled, "My sister will also stare at you."

Song Nainai called Song Xingchen Song Xingchen. Logically speaking, Jiaojiao should call her auntie, but Song Nainai felt that calling her auntie was a bit old.

She coaxed Jiaojiao to call her sister, and the three of them stood together like three sisters.

The smell of hot pot gradually permeated the whole body, Song Nainai and Song Xingchen's mouths were flushed from eating, while Jiaojiao looked at them with a sad face.

Song Nainai sat on the chair and leaned back. The tables and chairs here are relatively high, and there are small steps for stepping on them. Song Nainai didn't step on them, and her calf dangled under the chair.

She propped her chin and looked at Jiaojiao sipping sour plum soup, "Is it delicious?"

Song Nainai doesn't like drinking this kind of thing very much.

Jiaojiao nodded heavily to Song Nainai.

Song Nainai smiled at Jiaojiao, then reached out and snatched Jiaojiao's cup without hesitation, "Give me a drink."

Jiaojiao: "!!!"

There is obviously one next to her, why did you want to snatch it from her! ! !
Song Nainai thought Jiaojiao was amusing.

Sure enough, other people's cubs are cute.

She took a sip, but she was still not used to the taste, so she returned the cup to Shi Jiaojiao.

Jiaojiao looked at Song Nainai with a full face of accusation, but when she turned to look at her mother, she saw that her mother was also watching the excitement, and she had no intention of helping her out.

Jiaojiao burst into tears.
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After eating a hot pot meal, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. There were a lot of people playing outside at this time. Song Xingchen didn't find a parking spot before, so he parked the car in a far away place.

Song Nainai took Jiaojiao's hand and waited for Song Xingchen at the entrance of the mall.

It was raining heavily outside, but it has stopped now, but the ground is still wet.

Song Nainai squatted down to help Jiaojiao straighten her small scarf, "Don't catch a cold, otherwise, tsk tsk."

She stretched out her hand and scratched Jiaojiao's nose, "That will be uncomfortable."

Jiaojiao opened her mouth, and she said angrily, "Jiaojiao won't catch a cold!"

"Jiaojiao is the most delicate." Song Nainai laughed at her.

Jiaojiao stared, and was about to refute something, but suddenly heard a voice that did not conceal her surprise from the side.

——"Nana!"

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I'm exhausted, I finally finished the exam, but I'm going to start preparing for the moot court competition

There are cuties ahead who want to study the Fa, I advise you to be cautious

(End of this chapter)