Josiah: ...Thank you. He must be older than your grandfather's grandfather.
The Elf King should be over 150 years old this year, but the elves always look young before they are 200 years old, so it always gives people a deceptive look.
Thor was particularly happy. When he heard Lingling's exclamation, he walked over in two steps and picked up Lingling from Josiah's arms.
Two equally delicate faces next to each other,
"Oh, you're pretty too, little one."
Lingling giggled with joy, hugged Thor's neck and kissed him as if Josiah was the stranger.
Josiah: I will endure it.
"Father, please stop playing. I have to take Lingling back to her family early this morning. Time is precious."
The big and the small looked at him together, paused for two seconds, put their cheeks close together, and then nodded together.
Thor put Lingling on his bed, took out a small bottle and handed it to Lingling, saying softly, "Little darling, have breakfast first. Uncle will be ready soon."
Lingling was a little hungry for a long time. Although she had stopped drinking milk, she happily took the bottle and took a big sip.
Seeing Lingling eating so happily, Josiah couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He should have gotten up early to take the little one to eat, but he neglected it.
Thor looked at his stubborn adopted son, then looked at the winged tiger cub in his arms, and waved his hands in disgust.
"Take the little one in your arms and have something to eat, and have a bite too. Leave everything here to me."
Josiah hesitated and glanced worriedly at Lingling, who was drinking sweetly from her pacifier, and her father, who was looking at him with a smile.
Finally left the room.
Josiah gave a warning before closing the door.
"Father, you are not allowed to bully Lingling."
Then he trotted away.
Thor curled his lips before he could protest, picked up his wand from the corner, turned around and smiled brightly at Lingling.
"Hey little darling, let's get started."
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