Princess too Young, Prince too Old

But Ke doesn't like this very much. She likes dad and auntie very much. So she especially wanted to eat with them. She liked her little aunt to cope with her from time to time to add food to her, and her dad smiled from time to time. But my aunt is always busy now, not busy cooking in the kitchen. Is to take care of the sick mother. It was so hard to see someone, but it was with the grandfather, but the child watched auspiciously and massaged the grandfather attentively. But her was a little bit distressed again. She thought the aunt was really tired, but she couldn't be too busy. So she became obedient. Not noisy and noisy, try not to disturb the little aunt.

"Daddy, I really like Auntie." After dinner. Song Tong did not rush back to the backyard. Instead, he took Kerr to Song Fu's office and spoke with Song Fu. Ke Er nestled in Song Tongdi's arms, but when he said auspiciousness. Ke'er's face crossed, "Daddy, I haven't eaten with my aunt for a long time. She's so busy, she can't do anything every day."

Song Tong listened to Ker's words silently, reached out and stroked Ker's cheek gently, auspiciously busy. To take care of seriously ill mothers, to show them three meals a day, to accompany Song Fu, to massage Song Fu, and To take care of the taste of Kerr, to make such delicate and delicious snacks ...

"That girl, it seems like something's going on in my heart lately," Song Fu shook his head with a sigh, and said to Song Tong, "Song Tong, you're all right now. You go and help auspiciously, and you have to look at it in time." Look at your aunt, a girl who takes care of me as an old man all the time, we can't be without conscience. "

"Yes, my son knows." Song Tong nodded and agreed.

But the child fell asleep in his arms, and Song Tong didn't send her back to the backyard, so he let her take her to the side hall to sleep.

Song Tong was out of the courtyard. In April, Beidi was not as good as Dali *. At this time, it was freezing in the cold. Song Tong gathered his heavy cloak and walked towards the kitchen step by step.

In the huge mansion, there was only fire in there.

Song Tong knew that Jixiang was still in it, but he didn't know what Jixiang was doing in the kitchen so late. When he approached, watching Jixiang sitting on the stove while eating shabu-shabu noodles, he couldn't help it.

Jixiang heard the footsteps outside, and was too busy to put down the chopsticks. He hurriedly looked for Pazi to wipe his mouth, and looked up. When he saw Song Tong, he was shocked at once, and then calmed down again: "Is there anything wrong with my brother?"

"Why did you eat so late?" Song Tong frowned, entered the kitchen, looked down at the half of the shabu-shabu noodles on the stove, annoyed in his heart, "You eat this?"

"What's wrong with this?" Jixiang didn't care about him. He reached for the half-bowl of shabu-shabu noodles and mumbled, "I like shabu-shabu noodles the most."

Song Tong frowned even more, but said nothing. He stretched out a stool and sat in front of Jixiang. Jixiang immediately felt uncomfortable. He swallowed the noodles in his mouth while looking at Song Tong: "It's so late Now, why didn't my brother go back to the backyard to rest? "

Song Tong glanced at the oily noodle soup and the leaves were floating in the soup, and he couldn't say what was blocking, and then he opened his mouth again: "I wrote to my aunt a few days ago to ask for a doctor, and tomorrow morning the doctor came back to the house to see her.

Fortunately, he put down the noodle bowl silently, rubbing his mouth, and whispering, "What else looks good? The left and right sides are filled with soup and soup. It is a torment to live. It is better to let her be down to earth. go."