".."Su Ruowan looked at Jing Muchen helplessly and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corner of the little guy's eyes." Alright, alright, it's fine. I'll help you change it back when you go to school the day after tomorrow!""
".."This time, it was Jing Muchen's turn to be depressed.
Jing Yanxi smiled through his tears and pointed at the bowl of tomato and egg noodles he had " made "." Wanwan, try the noodles I made for you.""
"Alright." Su Ruowan picked up her chopsticks.
When Aunt Qiao was putting the rest of the breakfast on the table, Li Qing had also brought Jiujiu back from the courtyard to eat breakfast.
The little girl was still holding a bunch of wildflowers in her hand. She did not know where she had picked them from.
After breakfast, Su Ruowan rubbed her bulging belly and suggested going out for a walk.