"Yes, my brother and I only had one bowl of rice, but Qingbai not only ate more than us, but he also ate very quickly."

Cheng Jiajia nodded heavily and spoke in a firm tone.

Song Qingbai was very happy to be coaxed by her.

After she comforted Song Qingbai, she winked at the adults at the table and then took her two younger brothers to play nearby.

As soon as the children left, the surroundings became quiet.

Song Zhi looked at Tang Xue enviously and said, "Sister, you've raised Jia Jia so well. She's smart and sensible."

She subconsciously touched her belly, thinking that it would be great if this baby was also a daughter, so that she would have both a son and a daughter.

Tang Xue smiled sheepishly, but her eyes were full of pride.

"Jia Jia has been obedient and sensible since she was young. Her younger brother is a bit naughty, but he listens to her very much, which saves me a lot of worry."

Hearing these words, Song Zhi became even more envious.

"My daughter is really a sweet and caring little cotton-padded jacket."

Tang Xue heard her envy and immediately looked at the couple and joked.

"Then hurry up and have a baby."

Tang's mother also looked over.

In fact, they both really hope that they can have a second child as soon as possible.

After all, both of them are not young anymore. Song Zhi is now 27 or 28 years old, and Tang Junhe is in his 30s.

When you get older, it won’t be so easy to have a child.

But they all knew that Song Zhi suffered a lot alone when she gave birth to Song Qingbai.

So now I am not embarrassed to mention this matter in front of her.