There are only three kids, Lan Qingshuang and the old man in the family.

Just after breakfast, a guest came to the door.

They are the couple Zhong Hong and Dong Muxiang.

The two of them drove here and brought a car full of gifts, most of which were for Fuman.

"Sister Xiangxiang." Tuanzi has a good memory and recognized Dong Muxiang at a glance.

The girl shouted loudly and was very enthusiastic.

Dong Muxiang was pleasantly surprised: "Oh, Fuman also recognizes his sister? That's great, he can even talk now, let me hug him."

Dong Muxiang insisted on hugging Tuanzi despite her big belly.

Fortunately, the dumplings are small and not very heavy.

"Our Fuman is getting cuter and cuter. I love you so much, sister."

I couldn't help but kiss Tuanzi's little face twice.

Tuanzi giggled and kissed Dong Muxiang on the face.

The two of them were so affectionate that Zhong Hong felt a little jealous.

Lan Qingshuang couldn't help laughing: "Let's go sit inside first, it's very cold outside."

Three adults and one child entered the living room. Old Master Ji and the two little brothers of the Rong family were also there.

Zhong Hong saluted the old man, and the old man waved his hand and asked the couple to sit down.

Then he took the dumpling into his arms.

Everyone in the family is used to the old man's habit of holding on to the dumpling.

Lan Qingshuang just smiled when she saw it. Dong Muxiang didn't know the old man and didn't care.

Zhong Hong raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Grandpa Ji, sister-in-law, my mother called us yesterday and we learned that you had also arrived in the capital. My mother also gave us the address."

"I'm sorry for coming here without saying hello today."

Old Master Ji teased Tuanzi and said nonchalantly, "It's okay. We don't have those rules at home. You youngsters, come over if you want to play."