When Qi Xiangyu walked out of the cubicle, Song Lianqing was helping little Naituanzi and little Fatty wash their hands. The two children stood in a row, talking in their baby voices while washing their hands.

"Brother, are you constipated?" The little fat boy saw Qi Xiangyu coming over in the mirror, and turned around to look at him strangely, "It took you so long to come out. Mom said that if you don't feel well, you should see a doctor. Don't be stubborn."

Qi Xiangyu: "..."

Song Lianqing didn't expect the little fat boy to be so mean and couldn't help laughing out loud. This boy was quite likable, at least he thought he was quite likable now.

"Your brother is right. Don't shy away from medical treatment."

Song Lianqing wiped the little girl's hands clean, then looked up at Qi Xiangyu, whose face looked very bad. He changed his previous gentle and amiable demeanor in the cubicle and started to insult him again.

"Lian Qing, are you colluding with this brat to harm me?"

Qi Xiangyu looked at Song Lianqing with a confused and aggrieved look on his face, like an abandoned big dog. Song Lianqing didn't bother to pay attention to him, and took the little milk ball and the little fat boy to the toilet, "Let's go out and order some food first, are you hungry?"

"I just finished my shit and I'm so hungry now. Brother Lian Qing, I can eat a lot of chicken legs later!"

"Dad, Candy wants to eat a small cake. I just saw the chef make one. It's this big. It must be very, very delicious."

"Okay, I'll give little Mantou some chicken legs and little Zizi some cake. You have to finish them all."

"good!"

Song Lianqing and the two children walked towards the restaurant table while chatting. Qi Xiangyu watched them from behind for a long time, then smiled helplessly and followed them out in a very good mood. At least he had just stolen a kiss in broad daylight, so it was worth it.

When Qi Xiangyu returned to the restaurant, the little fat boy and the little milk ball were still talking in baby voices. They sat together, looking at the menu and discussing what to eat.

Song Lianqing sat opposite them and looked at another menu, occasionally looking up at the two children who were chatting, with a smile and doting in his eyes.

Qi Xiangyu walked over and sat down next to Song Lianqing naturally. Song Lianqing paused slightly, but recovered as usual in an instant and continued to flip through the menu in his hand.

Qi Xiangyu touched knees and arms with him, really trying his best to get close to him. If the camera hadn't been there, Song Lianqing would have avoided him long ago.

"If you want to eat anything, just pick it up yourself."

Song Lianqing handed the menu to Qi Xiangyu, and after saying this, he reached out and poured a cup of hot water for the little kid, and also poured a cup for the little fat guy. As for himself and Qi Xiangyu, they just poured their own.

"Lian Qing, didn't you like shrimp before? I think this spicy crayfish is pretty good, why didn't you order it?"

Qi Xiangyu took a look at the dishes Song Lianqing ordered and found that he did not order spicy crayfish, and the dishes he ordered were bland, so he asked casually.

"You can't eat seafood while you're taking medicine."

Song Lianqing paused for a moment, but answered truthfully. Qi Xiangyu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had said before that he was not feeling well and was taking medicine. He frowned slightly and asked casually, but with a strong purpose, "Lianqing, are you feeling unwell somewhere? I see you have been taking medicine these days. Is it serious?"

The audience in the live broadcast room felt that Qi Xiangyu and Song Lianqing had gone to the toilet together and the atmosphere between the two was a little strange. Now Qi Xiangyu asked this question again, and they felt that it was even more strange, but they couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while. And they were also very curious, why did Song Lianqing keep taking medicine?

"It's nothing serious, just some tonic medicine. But because it's a soup made from Chinese medicine, there are more taboos on food. Xiangyu, don't worry too much. I can still live a few more years, and I'm in good health."

Song Lianqing felt that Qi Xiangyu really deserved a beating for asking him this question in front of the camera. He reached his hand silently under the table. His face looked calm, but his hands were pinching very hard. This pinch interrupted Qi Xiangyu's intention to ask further questions. His other hand went around his abdomen and directly held the hand that was pinching his waist.

Qi Xiangyu's face changed slightly, but the small detail of his body stiffening was not noticed. He held Song Lianqing's hand tightly, knowing that he would not struggle, and smiled at him, "Then you have to take good care of your body, otherwise your physical fitness will not catch up with mine."

"Dad exercises every day, and Little Candy will supervise him!"

The little kid was concerned about Song Lianqing's health. When he heard Qi Xiangyu's words, he couldn't help but say something in a baby voice. His serious little face was puffy and his big watery eyes were sparkling, making him look particularly cute.

"Baby, you have to exercise well, and daddy will supervise you," Song Lianqing rubbed the little head of the little kid lovingly, while his other hand, which was being held, was struggling. "Let's work hard together!"

“Yeah!” The little milk ball nodded, then turned to look at the little fat boy and said to him in a milky voice, “Brother Mantou also needs to exercise!”

"Yeah! I'll train with the boss!"

The little fat man clenched his fists with a fighting spirit, and the little kid smiled and nodded. Qi Xiangyu wanted to say something, but the waiter came over at this moment, and he had to let go of Song Lianqing's hand.

The waiter bowed slightly to Song Lianqing and the other man, then asked politely, "Gentlemen, have you ordered your meals?"

"It's ready, thank you for your help."

Qi Xiangyu handed the two menus, one in his hand and the other in the fat man's hand, to the waiter. The waiter nodded after taking them, then turned and left. After a while, someone brought over some sour plum soup.

After waiting for a while, the dishes came up and the four of them started eating. However, the photographers were in a miserable situation. They could only watch them eat for the time being. They put down their equipment only when they had almost finished eating and quickly went to solve the dinner problem.

After dinner, the group walked towards the platform facing the beautiful and colorful sunset. The little kid held Song Lianqing's hand and sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in his baby voice. The fat boy sang along with him. The childish voices were very suitable for the sunset and made people feel warm in their hearts.

When we got to the platform, the bus had already arrived. Zhang Yuechen and Chaochao were looking at their phones and listening to music on the bus. It was Chaochao's favorite cartoon, Peppa Pig.

Song Lianqing had shown this cartoon to Little Milk Tuanzi once before, but Little Milk Tuanzi was not immediately fascinated by it. Instead, he asked him a soul-searching question. Little Milk Tuanzi looked at him with his innocent big eyes and asked, "Dad, do you like watching this kind of cartoon?"

Song Lianqing was very confused at the time. Before he could come to his senses, he heard the little kid say, "Dad, don't be afraid. Even if you are not smart, you are still the dad that Little Candy likes. Little Candy will never leave you!"

After the little kid finished speaking, he acted very cute. The adult patted his shoulder and sighed. He seemed to see the emotion of "It turns out that dad is a mentally retarded person" in his innocent and pure big eyes, but he rejected it.

Anyway, after that incident, Song Lianqing never took the initiative to find cartoons for Xiaonaituanzi again. He didn't like watching cartoons very much. He preferred "Animal World", "Unsolved Mysteries of the World", "Lecture Room" and other things related to popular science, science, and law.

Many times, Song Lianqing felt that he was really a fool in front of the little boy, and his IQ could not be compared with his. He could only sigh that it was good to have a mother who was a top student, because everything was determined by genes.

"You guys are here," Zhang Yuechen saw that the little milk ball and the little fat boy looked like they had seen a savior. He looked at Chaochao and said softly, "Chaochao, look who's here?"

Chaochao looked up and saw the little milk ball and the little fat boy. His big eyes instantly became sparkling. He put down his phone, looked at the little milk ball and the little fat boy, and said in a milky voice, "Brother! You are getting fatter!"

"Brother, I picked some more flowers and give them to you!"

The little kid walked up to Chaochao, hugged him, then turned around and took out a flower from the bag that Song Lianqing was carrying, then ran to Chaochao and gave him the flowers with a smile.

"Brother, please get well soon~"

"Thank you, brother."

Chaochao held the flowers, his big eyes became brighter. The little fat boy frowned and said, "Boss, I want flowers too! Why can Chaochao have some but I don't? Boss, you are biased!"

"You little brat! Flowers are only given to people who are not feeling well. What flowers do you want? Go sit down at your seat!"

Qi Xiangyu saw that the little fat boy was about to start making trouble again, so he immediately grabbed his collar and took him to his seat. The little fat boy was not convinced and wanted to make a scene, so the little milk ball immediately gave him the flowers and said, "Brother Mantou, the flowers are for you."

The little fat boy got the flower and stopped making trouble. He immediately looked at the little milk ball and smiled like a fool, "Hehehe, I knew that the eldest brother was the best."

The little girl smiled and sighed, and this sigh expressed a lot of helplessness and despair. The audience in the live broadcast room saw this and started laughing.