Putting Lin Lu in the wheelchair, the father and son got into the car to carry the luggage.

I only brought two big bags when I went there, but when I came back I brought twice as much.

Each person took two, and Song Chen, with his fatherly love, carried the heaviest one.

"We're finally here. You must be hungry. I've prepared food for you. You can eat as soon as you get home." Li Xianglian pushed Lin Lu but asked her eldest grandson.

Lin Jingbei shook his head: "I'm not hungry. I just had some rice noodles at the train station in the city."

Li Xianglian: "Rice noodles don't make you feel full."

Lin Lu: "The father and son each ate two bowls."

Well.

Li Xianglian: "It's normal to have a large appetite. Xiaobei is in the growth stage, and Xiaochen, being so big, must eat more."

Lin Lu: Okay.

Li Xianglian: "You all gained some weight on your trip to Shanghai. Maybe the food there is better?"

That’s not the case, I’m just free.

Lin Jingbei was uncharacteristically sweet: "It tastes better without milk."

Li Xianglian was even happier, but she said modestly, "How can I compare to the chefs in big cities?"

Lin Jingbei: "We don't eat out every day. My dad and I take turns cooking."

Li Xianglian: "Okay, from now on, grandma will make your favorite food for you every day."

Lin Jingbei: "I brought gifts for you and me."

"Child, I told you not to buy anything. You have enough milk and everything else. It would be better to buy some food for yourself," said Li Xianglian.

Lin Jingbei: "It didn't cost much. I'll buy you something good when I make some money."

Lin Lu and Song Chen listened to the grandfather and grandson laughing all the way.

Who wasn't a little baby before?