Wang Zhong carried little Wang Wan to the table and naturally saw the bird's nest on the table!

At this time, Wang Yuan seemed to be a different person. He had a well-behaved face and sat at the table with his back straight. He forced a smile on his face and said, "Dad, I'm going to do my homework first!"

"What homework are you writing?" Before he could get up, Wang Zhong's words made him freeze up, and he didn't dare to move even a little bit.

"Dad!" He could only continue to force a smile.

"Okay!" Wang Zhong glanced at him, then looked at the chicks and eggs in the bird's nest and said, "I won't talk about you!"

Wang Yuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Zhong said, "Before you take out the money next time, remember to think about it. It's hard to say whether these little birds can survive because you have lost their parents. They haven't had time to take a good look at the world, and they haven't had time to spread their wings and fly high."

, and their parents, who suddenly lost their children and lost their home, how sad they are."

When Wang Zhong said this, Wang Yuan's excitement immediately disappeared, and there was a look of regret between his brows.

"Back!" Mother Song came out of the kitchen carrying the last bowl of tomato and egg soup. When she saw Wang Zhong, she took the initiative to say hello.

Wang Zhong responded and called mom.

Mother Song smiled and said: "Just in time, it's time to wash your hands and eat!"

"Go and wash your hands!" Wang Zhong put down little Wang Wan, and the little girl immediately followed Wang Yuan, who looked a little complicated, into the bathroom.

Wang Yuan did not dare to tell Wang Zhong that he had washed his hands just now.

At the dinner table, Song Jishan and Song's mother kept putting vegetables into two small bowls. Little Wang Wan took the spoon Wang Zhong had whittled for her out of wood, and put a mat around her neck to avoid staining her clothes.

Just working hard.

Wang Yuan also took big mouthfuls of the food in the bowl. Mother Song's cooking had always been bland, and there was less oil and water. She couldn't save it no matter how much she ate, and she couldn't bear the hunger. Wang Yuan was at the age when he was growing up, so he not only practiced martial arts with Wang Zhong

, I was running all over the mountains and plains outside, and my stomach was already growling with hunger.

"By the way, parents! Has Xiaohui called home recently?" While eating, Wang Zhong suddenly started talking.

"No!" Song Jishan shook his head, and Song's mother also shook her head and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Wang Zhongdao: "It's nothing. Xiaohui called me a few days ago and suddenly asked about the reaction of pregnant women in the early stages of pregnancy. I don't think Xiaohui would ask about this for no reason. Is Xiaochen pregnant?"
Chapter completed!