After the little boy got the words written by the first person, it was as if he had been blessed with a cheat code. Every time he walked up to someone, before he could say anything, the other person would take the lead, squat down, rub his little head with a smile, pinch his little face, then consciously write a word on his notebook, take a photo with him, and leave with satisfaction.
After one round, the little baby's notebook was almost filled with sentences. Song Lianqing felt that if the little baby continued to be kneaded like this, he would probably become exhausted, so he carried the little baby into the Osmanthus Inn, temporarily avoiding those people who wanted to carry the little baby in the name of writing sentences.
The ancient atmosphere in the post station is becoming more and more intense. As soon as you enter the door, you will see a bronze statue of the post station owner standing in front of the cash register, holding the account book in one hand and sliding the abacus beads with the other. The image is so realistic that you can almost hear the crisp sound of the beads hitting each other.
There are some tables and benches opposite the bronze statue, in front of which sit the guests of the statue. They are eating, drinking, chatting and having a great time. There are some tables and benches without the statue, probably because they are used for resting of the tourists.
Walking in, there is a wooden staircase, and upstairs there are accommodation rooms. There are bronze soldiers in every place. They are either chatting happily, or drinking, or sitting on the platform, or drunk. The characters are perfectly modeled with 100% details.
But no matter what, the existence of these bronze men seems to bring tourists into an ancient post station. It is very realistic, as if they really exist.
"Dad, why do my brothers and sisters and uncles and aunts have to hold little candies before they can write sentences?"
The little kid hugged Song Lianqing's neck, blinked his big round eyes, tilted his head with a puzzled look, Song Lianqing rubbed his little head and said softly, "Because the cub is so cute, many people like him very much."
"Hehehe..." The little kid listened to Song Lianqing's words, and a smile unconsciously appeared in his voice. He laughed and stretched out his paws to cover his face, "I'm sorry, little candy."
"It's a bit hot now. Let's sit down and drink some water, then we'll go play somewhere else later, okay?"
"Okay~ Candy wants to eat cookies!"
"I'll get it for you in a minute."
Song Lianqing chuckled, then took the little kid to a nearby table and bench and sat down. He took out the little kid's small water cup from the bag he had been carrying, and also took out three bottles of mineral water from it.
The little kid saw the three bottles of mineral water on the table, glanced in the direction of Jiang Ze and Jiang Yi, and without waiting for Song Lianqing to speak, he jumped off the stool, then stretched out his chubby white hands, took two bottles of water, and walked towards Jiang Ze and Jiang Yi.
"Susu, give you some water~"
The little milk ball handed one of the bottles of water to Jiang Ze. Jiang Ze was stunned for a moment, then took it with a smile and rubbed his little head, "Thank you, little candy, you are so good."
"Susu, this bottle of water is for you~"
The little girl smiled sweetly, and then gave another bottle of water to Jiang Yi. Jiang Yi took the bottle of water and was moved to tears. "Thank you, little baby. Susu will treasure it carefully. You are so cute."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yi contentedly rubbed the little head of the little kid. The touch was even softer than he had imagined. It was simply amazing, okay?
"Susu, drink it all! Otherwise you'll get a heat stroke!"
The little kid understood what Jiang Yi said, frowned and looked at him with a serious look. Jiang Yi was stunned for a moment, then giggled a few times and nodded, "You also know about heatstroke? Uncle knows."
The little kid nodded, then turned around and returned to Song Lianqing. Song Lianqing smiled and rubbed the little kid's head. He suddenly felt a little sad. The little guy was so popular at this time and so many people liked him. He didn't know if he would forget his father who had adopted him for a short time after the show ended and he returned to the Qin family?
"Daddy~" The little kid took one of the two biscuits from the opened biscuit package and handed it to Song Lianqing's mouth. He looked at him with a babyish smile, his big eyes sparkling, and his baby voice was also babyish, "Eat the biscuit~"
Song Lianqing looked at the biscuits in the little girl's hand, then glanced at the water in Jiang Ze and Jiang Yi's hands, then lowered his head to eat the food that the little girl fed him, and looked up at the camera with eyes full of pride and provocation.
That’s great. I’m the only one who has two cookies. No one else has any, not even Qin Younian. It’s really great.
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"Fuck! Is he provoking me? Ah!" Qin Younian pointed at Song Lianqing in the computer and looked at Zhao Kun, his face turning green with anger. "This damn brat Song Lianqing must be tired of living! Sooner or later I will arrange for someone to kill him!"
Zhao Kun wiped his sweat on the side, not daring to speak, "Boss, you said this five minutes ago, have you forgotten? You are so angry, why don't you just stop watching?"
Of course, he didn't dare say these words in front of Qin Younian, he only dared to think about them in his heart.
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Compared to the smooth performance of the little milk ball, the social ability of the little fat boy, the cuteness of Angel, and the playfulness of Doudou and Yueyue, the sick Chaochao had no interest in the task at all. He has not gotten out of Zhang Yuechen's arms since he got off the car.
Zhang Yuechen had been walking for a long time while holding Chaochao in his arms. His arms were sore from holding him in turns, and even his back felt sore. He felt that if he continued to hold him in his arms, his entire waist would be in danger.
"Chaochao, Daddy's hands are sore. Come down and walk around by yourself. I'll hold you when my hands are healed, okay?"
Zhang Yuechen stopped and sat on a bench in Guihua Lake Park to talk with the little guy in his arms. The little guy listened to him, pouted, and his big eyes turned red instantly. He was not feeling well and had no interest in anything.
"Be good! Don't cry, don't cry! Daddy will hold you."
When Zhang Yuechen saw the little guy was about to cry, he immediately coaxed him with a sad face. He looked up at the sky with helplessness on his face. The little guy hugged his neck and lay on his shoulder. He was soft and sticky, and would cry immediately if he was not happy.
"Daddy, have some candy."
A jelly cart with candied haws on it passed in front of Zhang Yuechen and the little guy. The little guy's eyes were instantly glued to the candied haws, and he called Zhang Yuechen in a crying voice.
"Okay, okay, Dad will buy it for you."
When Zhang Yuechen heard the kid's request, he instantly felt that the old lady pushing the cart was his savior. He immediately put the kid on the ground, led him over, and called out to the departing old lady, "Grandma, wait a minute."
The old lady who heard the sound stopped, turned around and saw them, and smiled kindly. Even though her teeth were broken, she still looked very happy.
"Hey guys, what do you want?"
The old lady spoke in dialect, which confused Zhang Yuechen for a moment. After a moment, his brain restarted and he got back on track. He also replied in dialect, "Grandma, I want some candied haws."
The audience in the live broadcast room were used to it. After all, Zhang Yuechen, the leading host in the industry, knew languages that ordinary people like them could not match. They could only be thankful that there were automatic subtitles for the live broadcast, otherwise they would be finished.
"Okay, three dollars a bunch. How many bunches do you want?"
"That's a bunch of fun. Thank you, grandma."
The old lady nodded, took a string of candied haws from the small straw handle and handed it to Zhang Yuechen. Zhang Yuechen took it and handed it to Chaochao. Chaochao was finally much happier than before. When Zhang Yuechen scanned the code to pay, he caught a glimpse of the small wooden steamer warmed by fire on the old lady's cart and felt curious.
"Grandma, what's going on inside this wooden barrel of yours?"
"The glutinous rice was just steamed this morning, it's very fresh, isn't it a bit rude, young man?"
After hearing this, Zhang Yuechen was immediately tempted and nodded to the old lady, "Give me two servings, one with chili and one without."
After Zhang Yuechen finished speaking, he glanced at the photographer, paused, and added, "Give me four servings, and three bowls of ice jelly."
"Okay."
The old lady was very skillful and quickly prepared all the meals. Just when she gave all the meals to Zhang Yuechen and was about to leave, Chaochao suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "Grandma, can you help Chaochao write?"
Zhang Yuechen looked surprised. The old lady looked at him, smiled and nodded. Chaochao gave the notebook and pen to the old lady, then turned around and hugged Zhang Yuechen's legs, feeling shy.
The audience in the live broadcast room were also very surprised. Chaochao was really brave at this moment. Zhang Yuechen was very pleased that the money was worth spending.