"Which leg is injured?" Song Zhi hurriedly walked up to Song Qingbai and asked as soon as he entered the room.

Song Qingbai sat on the sofa, looking a little awkward.

Only after Song Zhi came in did he point to his right knee.

He looked so obviously abnormal that Song Zhi couldn't help but look at him twice.

She lifted up his trouser leg and checked, only to find that his knee was indeed wrapped in gauze.

"Does the wound hurt?" Song Zhi didn't dare to move the gauze, for fear of affecting his wound, so he didn't know whether the wound was big or small.

Song Qingbai quickly shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore, not at all."

When Zhu Xiaoqin saw the child's appearance, she started yelling.

"They didn't even supervise the children properly at their school, allowing such a young child to get seriously injured..."

But when Song Qingbai heard Zhu Xiaoqin say this, his head drooped even lower.

Song Anshan, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the noise outside and hurried out, even holding a spatula in his hand.

"Injured? How did it happen? Is it serious?"

"I got a minor injury. The kindergarten teacher said it was an accident while playing with other children."

Song Zhi explained.

When Zhu Xiaoqin heard this, she got furious again.

"It's their fault for not watching over the children! How come only Qingbai got hurt among so many children?"

"That's not the way to say it."

Although I know Zhu Xiaoqin cares about the child, it is not right to say so.

It is common for children to get injured while playing.

Zhu Xiaoqin couldn't hear what Song Zhi said at this moment. She just felt sorry for the child.

"Dad, Qingbai is fine. Go watch the pot in the kitchen first. The kitchen cannot be left unattended."

Knowing that he couldn't persuade Zhu Xiaoqin, Song Zhi simply didn't waste his efforts and just spoke to Song Anshan.

Song Anshan looked at Song Qingbai and saw that he was in good spirits and not crying or making a fuss. He thought that it was probably not a serious injury, so he turned and went back into the kitchen.

When Zhu Xiaoqin heard what they said, she subconsciously looked at Song Anshan and found that he was not only wearing an apron, but also holding a spatula in his hand, obviously cooking.

She hurried over and snatched the thing from his hand.

"Hey, leave the kitchen matters to me, how can you enter the kitchen?"

Before Song Anshan could say anything, she hurriedly took off his apron and closed the kitchen door.

Song Anshan was also kicked out of the kitchen and had no choice but to shout inside.

"There are braised pork ribs in the pot. They should be almost done. Remember to collect the juice quickly."

"knew!"

Zhu Xiaoqin responded and lifted the lid of the pot, and sure enough, she saw a pot of tempting braised pork ribs.

She immediately looked a little surprised. She didn't know that Song Anshan could cook before, and looking at his skills, they seemed really good.

Zhu Xiaoqin quickly dried the juice from the ribs and muttered something again.

"How can only braised spareribs be enough?"

She rolled up her sleeves and prepared to cook a few more dishes.

Qingbai is injured and needs to be healed.

In the living room.

"Qingbai, can you tell me how you got injured?"

Song Zhi sat next to Song Qingbai. She rubbed his head and asked softly.

When Song Qingbai heard this, his face froze. He subconsciously looked away and lowered his head to twist his fingers.

"Qingbai was playing something with another kid when he got pushed over?"

Song Zhi, who took his appearance into consideration, was not in a hurry, but continued to ask patiently.

"It's about making games." This time, Song Qingbai finally spoke timidly.

"How did you get hurt? Did he push you? Or was it pulled?"

Song Zhi continued to ask.

But every time he was asked about such details, Song Qingbai started to hesitate.

Looking at him like this, Song Zhi sighed deeply.

It seems that there is really something behind this?

"Qingbai, didn't your mother teach you that you should be honest and not lie?"

When Song Qingbai heard what Song Zhi said, his face turned pale.

"So, can you tell Mom what's going on?"

Song Zhi took his little hand and made him look directly into her eyes.

"It's okay to make mistakes, but we must correct them in a timely manner, don't you think?"

She did not blame him, but slowly persuaded him.

Song Qingbai's little face was twisted. He looked at Song Zhi with a gentle expression, bit his lip, and finally told the truth.

"I was wrong. I grabbed Zhuangzhuang's sandbag, so he pushed me. Mom, I didn't explain to Zhuangzhuang. Am I not a good boy?"

Song Qingbai choked up and his eyes turned red.

"Why did you suddenly grab his sandbag?"

Song Zhi did not answer, but continued to ask.

She knew her own child well, and Song Qingbai would never steal someone else's things for no reason.

Although she admitted this herself, Song Zhi still felt a little strange.

Song Qingbai thought about it, looked at Song Zhi again, and then told her the whole story under her encouraging gaze.

"Teacher Xiao Tang asked us to play a sandbag throwing game. When it was my turn for the first time, Zhuangzhuang hit me. Then I took the sandbag and hit him too. Later, he hit me again, but refused to give me the sandbag, so I went to grab it..."

"When Zhuangzhuang pushed me down, my knee hit the stone on the ground. Teacher Xiao Tang came over and took me to the hospital immediately."

After listening to Song Qingbai's words, Song Zhi finally figured out what was going on.

"Teacher Xiao Tang punished Zhuangzhuang. I didn't say I was the one who grabbed the things first."

Song Qingbai lowered his head guiltily, his voice growing smaller and smaller.

"But I didn't lie, Mom."

After a long while, he looked at Song Zhi again and explained himself.

Song Zhi rubbed his head lovingly and comforted him in a low voice.

"Yeah, Mom knows."

"Is Qingbai still a good boy?" Song Qingbai asked timidly after realizing that she had no intention of blaming him.

Hearing her son's cautious voice, Song Zhi's heart softened. She rubbed him and said with certainty.

"Of course you are a good boy."

Hearing this, Song Qingbai's wrinkled face relaxed.

"But when we get back to school, you have to explain it clearly to Teacher Tang, okay?"

"Okay, I'll explain it clearly."

Song Qingbai nodded.

After the mother and son made an agreement, Song Zhi asked him again if his wound hurt.

Song Qingbai shook his head again.

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a small wound. I'm a man and I'm not afraid of pain!"

Song Zhi was amused by his words and agreed, "Yes, he is a little man."

Hearing this, Song Qingbai straightened his back.

Seeing that the child's emotions had stabilized, Song Zhi said again: "But if others don't follow the rules in the future, you should stop playing with them, understand? No matter what you do, you must protect yourself and don't let yourself get hurt."