Xiao Qingbai finished a big meat bun with relish, then stretched out his hand towards Song Zhi with puffed cheeks.
"Mom, I want more food!"
Song Zhi was stunned for a moment and was about to take it for him, but Zhu Xiaoqin beside him quickly reached out to stop him.
"I really can't eat any more. I've already eaten two. If I eat any more, I'll get indigestion."
Upon hearing this, Song Zhi put the meat bun he had just picked up back onto the plate.
When he heard that he was not allowed to eat, little Qingbai became unhappy. His little mouth pouted, his whole face was puffed up with anger. He held his little belly and said aggrievedly, "But I'm not full yet."
Song Zhi looked at his round belly with some amusement and slapped his forehead in annoyance.
"My stomach has swelled up like a ball, but I still say I'm not full and I'm not allowed to overeat, or I'll burst my stomach."
When he heard that eating too much would burst his stomach, a trace of fear flashed across the little guy's round face, and he immediately stopped talking and wanted to eat more.
"Then I'm going out to play."
Xiao Qingbai shook his short legs and struggled to get out of Song Zhi's arms.
"I just finished eating, let's take a break first. Sit here for a while before you go play."
The little guy is small, but he is very strong.
Fortunately, Song Zhi held him tightly, preventing him from falling.
Little Qingbai was placed on a chair nearby, but he was restless and kept shaking his legs, causing the table to shake as well, and the dishes and chopsticks made a clattering sound.
"You can't do that."
Song Zhi took a look, frowned with a headache, and scolded in a low voice.
Xiao Qingbai then quickly stopped.
"But this is so boring." He was quiet for only two seconds before he became restless again. He poked the bowl with his chopsticks and complained in his little mouth.
"You can't poke the bowl with your chopsticks either."
Song Zhi snatched the chopsticks from his hand.
Zhu Xiaoqin quickly cleared the dishes on the table.
In the blink of an eye, the little guy slipped off the table and ran behind the sofa to play with toys.
Song Zhi looked at the little guy who made a lot of noise and asked helplessly.
"Is he usually like this?"
Zhu Xiaoqin nodded awkwardly.
"Children are more energetic and like to play around a bit, but they're actually very well behaved."
It is indeed a child’s nature to love playing.
But Song Zhi looked at Xiao Qingbai, who was already as tall as the sofa when he stood up, and suddenly realized something.
"Isn't it time to send him to kindergarten? He's already four years old, and it's time for him to go to school."
When she was little, she went to kindergarten at the age of three.
Xiao Qingbai is in kindergarten now, a year later than her, so it’s time for him to go too.
However, as soon as these words were spoken, they were opposed by Zhu Xiaoqin.
"The child is still young, why would he go to kindergarten? Parents who don't have time to look after their children and can't find a babysitter will send their children to school early. I'm at your house now, I will help you take good care of your child."
Zhu Xiaoqin said quickly.
If the child goes to school, what will she do?
Seeing that Song Zhi didn't give in, she hurriedly persuaded him, "The child is still young. Now is the time for him to have fun. It's so hard to go to school."
Although Song Zhi also knew that children’s childhood only lasted a few years, they still had to go to school.
But what Zhu Xiaoqin said also makes sense.
There is someone at home to take care of the child, so there is no need to send him to school so early.
Song Zhi looked at the naughty little Qingbai and thought that although he was a little naughty, he was actually well-behaved and sensible, and could understand what others said.
After struggling for a while, Song Zhi finally compromised helplessly and said, "Then let's wait a little longer."
She helped clean up the table, then sat on the sofa and played with Xiao Qingbai.
Outside the house, the sun was shining brightly, shining through the layers of tree shadows onto Song Anshan and Tang Junhe, as if they were wearing a pair of peculiarly shaped shadow clothes.
The two were so engrossed in the battle that they were unable to pay attention to the surrounding environment and situation.
Behind the sofa, Zhu Xiaoqin and Xiao Qingbai were each holding a small car and competing, and Song Zhi was forced to become the referee for the two.
Everyone is having fun inside and outside the house.
Song Zhi suddenly felt that his current life was pretty good.
She doesn't want to change.
Just think of it as her being selfish.
Her marriage in her previous life was a mess, so she didn't have much expectations about entering the marriage hall.
Marriage is nothing but shackles.
Since she has the chance to start over in this life, she doesn't want to stop for anyone. She just wants to live at her own pace so that she doesn't have to be influenced by anyone.
Zhu Xiaoqin was playing with Xiao Qingbai, so Song Zhi got up and went out to see the two people playing chess.
"Who's winning?"
She didn't know much about chess, so she watched for a long time and asked when she really didn't understand.
"Of course it's Uncle Song." Tang Junhe moved a chess piece and said helplessly, "I've already lost the whole morning."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Anshan again and said admiringly: "Uncle Song's chess skills are getting better and better."
“No, no.”
Song Anshan was so pleased with his praise that he smiled and kept saying it.
However, Song Zhi, who heard these words, couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.
I really didn't expect that Tang Junhe could speak such flattering words so skillfully.
She looked at Tang Junhe in some surprise, and saw him raise his eyebrows at her, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Song Zhi curled her lips but didn't expose him.
Tang Junhe played chess with Song Anshan for the whole morning and coaxed Song Anshan into submission.
Seeing that it was getting late, he just asked him to have lunch.
"Jun He, don't leave at noon. Stay and have a home-cooked meal."
"Then I will respectfully obey your command."
Tang Junhe said hurriedly.
Song Zhi rolled her eyes speechlessly at his face that looked like he had gotten something for nothing.
After Song Anshan left the person behind, he remembered that there was a small green cypress in the house.
He suddenly became annoyed and looked at Song Zhi hurriedly.
As soon as she met his gaze, Song Zhi knew that he finally remembered Xiao Qingbai, but she could only sigh helplessly.
"I'll ask Aunt Zhu to cook a few more dishes."
After all, they couldn't keep Xiao Qingbai locked up in there forever.
What's more, Tang Junhe had had so much contact with Xiao Qingbai before, but he had never discovered it, and maybe he couldn't do it now.
Thinking of this, Song Zhi simply deliberately took Xiao Qingbai out and took a walk in front of Tang Junhe.
She strolled around the yard holding Xiao Qingbai's hand, anxiously observing Tang Junhe's reaction.
Tang Junhe looked normal. Even when he saw Xiao Qingbai, he just smiled casually, no different from usual.
Seeing this, Song Zhi deliberately led Xiao Qingbai to him again, and this time he stayed for a while.
Tang Junhe still didn't react.
This time, Song Zhi was finally relieved.
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