In her past life, Sheng Kangning was the classic naive girl—easily manipulated by her scheming stepmother and half-sister, blindly following their every move.
Branded with a ruined reputati...
Sheng Kangning ignored this person. What's wrong with him? He was meddling in everything.
After drinking the milk powder, Xiaobao looked at Sheng Kangning:
"Mom! I want to eat!"
Brother Chu said that Xiaobao's stomach is not very good, so he needs to drink milk powder for a while to recuperate.
Xiaobao said he wants to eat, what does he want to eat?
The key is what to give him to eat? Sheng Kangning was in a dilemma.
That kind of sesame pancake is definitely not okay, it's too hard.
After thinking about it, Sheng Kangning took out the biscuits he bought from his luggage. The biscuits were not particularly sweet, but had a milky flavor.
This kind of biscuit is very filling.
For an adult, eating four or five cookies and drinking a large bowl of water can be equivalent to a meal.
Sheng Kangning took out two biscuits and put them on the table, then took out the lunch box, broke the biscuits into small pieces, dipped them in water and fed them to Xiaobao.
By the time the biscuit reached Xiaobao's mouth, it had already softened.
Xiaobao was eating and smiling happily.
Suddenly, Xiaobao pointed ahead and shouted to Sheng Kangning, "Mom!"
Sheng Kangning looked in the direction where his finger was pointing, and saw a chubby boy of about four or five years old standing there, with a finger in his mouth, drooling at Sheng Kangning and Xiaobao.
Sheng Kangning had an impression of this little fat boy. There were not many children nowadays who were so fat.
There were also children in this carriage. It seemed that there was a young woman with three children, the youngest of whom was the fat boy in front of us.
Sheng Kangning waved to the child: "Come here, little boy, sister will give you some cookies!"
Sheng Kangning broke off a piece of biscuit and handed it over.
"Thank you, beautiful sister!"
Sheng Kangning asked: "What's your name?"
"Ping Kang! My name is Ping Kang!"
"How old are you?"
The little fat boy held up four fingers: "Four years old!"
When Qin Shuzhen came over, the little fat boy was eating happily.
Qin Shuzhen looked at Sheng Kangning very embarrassedly:
"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with this kid. He can't walk when he sees something delicious!"