After eating oranges, should I eat milk and make osmanthus cake for him? Song Liangchen, a loyal sweets lover, was anxious and could not help but rush to the small table and use his little body to stop his parents from reaching towards the magic claws of the osmanthus cake.

Before Song Liangchen thought about how to act, Song Ziheng had noticed that when he looked at the osmanthus cake, a strong light flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Want to eat?"

"I really want to eat it." Song Liangchen swallowed his saliva, and nodded vigorously with his little head, as if this would allow his father to see how much he thought about it.

Song Ziheng asked: "What did your mother say before?"

"Dad is bad." Song Liangchen glanced at him sadly, his little mouth flattened, and replied unwillingly, "If you count correctly, you can eat snacks."

"Then have you counted correctly?"

"Too many!" Song Liangchen accused, stretching out his little fat hand that was covered with flesh vortex, "Not enough!"

Su Wan couldn't help laughing: "You don't have enough fingers, don't you still have toes?"

Song Ziheng originally wanted to say that they had fingers here, but it was half a second slower. The situation was irreversible. Song Liangchen suddenly realized that his little fat legs were already tied on the blanket. At this moment, he quickly grabbed one end of the sock and pulled it, revealing his white and fat little feet.

The other one had the same movement, just paying attention to taking off the socks. The little guy's center of gravity was unstable and suddenly leaned back. His body was fleshy and the carriage was covered with blankets, which were soft and big. It was not enough for him to lean back. His little body was clustered and he rolled around before he could barely stop the car.

Maybe he was confused. When Song Liangchen got up from the carpet, he still couldn't tell the direction. He stuck his butt at Song Ziheng and Su Wan for a long time before finally turning around.

Su Wan was so happy that she couldn't stop laughing. The only thing she regretted was that Song Liangchen turned his back to them, making her unable to see the expression of his assassin.

Song Ziheng, who had always been implicit, couldn't help laughing at this time. He stretched out his long hand to retrieve the little guy, and glanced at his wife's eyes watching the show, and then he pulled it back halfway.

The couple just stood by and watched.

Song Liangchen finally found his direction, turned around and blinked his eyes, as if he was shy about his actions. After turning around, Song Liangchen said nothing, and came to Song Ziheng and Su Wan without saying a word, and sat cross-legged again.

Exactly the same as the previous posture.

A child who is less than three years old has almost no other ability to embellish Taiping. Apart from the unnatural flashing on his face when he turns around, his little face is tense and very serious. If he is an unfamiliar person, he will be deceived by him.

This is the rhythm of the actor!

Su Wan is proud of her son's arrival.

Understand the stubborn self-esteem of the little man, Su Wan and Song Ziheng never mentioned the scene that happened before. Su Wan stared at Song Liangchen's light feet with a smile: "Is it enough now?"

Song Liangchen nodded, and a clear voice continued to sound: "One day...5 day...13 day...19 day...Mom, it's the 19th day!"

In less than a quarter of an hour, Song Liangchen had counted it quickly and accurately. Su Wan did not break her promise and divided the osmanthus cake on the table into Song Liangchen's half: "The remaining half is something you will eat tomorrow, and you cannot finish it in one go."

The little guy happily hugged the osmanthus cake and nibbled it. Some white shavings were stained on his face. After eating, he drank another cup of osmanthus honey water. The osmanthus honey made by Song's mother, the osmanthus and sugar were all filled with enough, and a small spoonful of them were melted into the water, and the sweetness in her mouth was drunk.

Song Liangchen's happy eyes were bent, and he climbed neatly on Su Wan, sat on her waist with his legs crossed his legs, and the fat little hand wrapped around her neck, and said sweetly: "Mom."

"I'm embarrassed and everything is consuming."

Song Liangchen's face turned red, then he raised his head and said to Song Ziheng: "Dad, wipe it clean."

Song Ziheng was so kind that he cleaned up for him. Song Liangchen followed Su Wan's posture in Song Ziheng's arms, turned over, lay on Su Wan with her bulging belly, and glanced at Song Ziheng with her eyes wide open, and grinned and asked, "Dad, when will we get home?"

"It's not about getting home, it's about going to Qiongzhou." Song Ziheng corrected again patiently.

He didn't know what the difference between Qiongzhou and his family was, but the obedient Song Liangchen still changed his words: "When will we arrive in Qiongzhou?"

"In a few days, you can pass through Guangzhou Prefecture, change the waterway, and take a boat for a few days to arrive in Qiongzhou."

Song Liangchen had another question: "What is the ship?"

Song Ziheng was very patient when he educated his son and explained it carefully. The little guy was still confused. Song Ziheng simply made a picture, and Song Liangchen held the boat he drew, full of anticipation.

It looks very fun.

Perhaps the little boy is born full of adventure, and Song Liangchen has never been afraid of horses since he was a child. When the girls next to him are scared to cry when they see such a huge creature, they are so happy that he is so happy.

Song Liangchen became more and more interested in horses as he grew older. In the past, he used to take his friends to charge in the battle all day long, and he had many ideas about playing horse circles. However, the servants were strict and the beasts were not eyeing. He was impatient and could save half of his life with his legs.

But now on the road of running around, Song Liangchen has to have close contact with the horse for a while every day. The guy who was driving the car received Song Ziheng's instructions and often carried him around the horse.

Now, whenever Song Liangchen thinks about the big ship his father said and the endless sea, he is extremely excited. He counts the time with his fingers, hoping to see the big ship earlier.

When entering Guangzhou Prefecture, the situation was slightly different from that of Su Wan and the others. The streets here are bustling. Although they are not as grand as Beijing, they are much more lively. Merchants from south to north sell a wide range of things. Su Wan only took a rough look, and it was really more than Beijing.

Due to the lively scene on the street, the curtains of the car have not been pulled down in the past few days. Su Wan and Song Ziheng both saw the prosperous commercial scenes in the car. Not only was the lively provincial capital, but the closer the area to the seaside, it was even worse than the provincial capital.

Su Wan and Song Ziheng couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Song Liangchen also watched the crowd all the way. He was watching the fun and was fussing for a while when he saw everything. If Song Ziheng hadn't been holding him, he would have slipped out of the car in minutes to join in the fun.

However, Song Liangchen, who had always been crazy, was almost scared to tears by a man on the street. Song Liangchen, who was dancing in Song Ziheng's arms and wished he could jump off the carriage, suddenly pointed to a few strange-looking people not far away in front of him. His eyes were motionless, and he was already shocked.
Chapter completed!