It's not like we really have to bundle together a basket of carrots and cabbage.
With a dozen tables set for the pork feast, there's no need to be stingy here.
Song Tan sighed, waved his hand broadly: "Qiaoqiao, this is a reunion for your classmates, and you need to take care of your friends. You should prepare the gift bags yourself — tea won't do, pork won't do, figure out the rest yourself."
"Okay!" Qiaoqiao instantly brightened up: "I'll go pick vegetables right now!"
Obviously, he's all in.
Watching his figure run away into the distance, Song Tan suddenly felt a pang of bittersweet emotion about raising a child.
Tsk.
And Lun Chuan, as he put his gaze back, couldn't help but reveal a faint smile at his lips.
Perhaps only with the nourishment of such family, can a child like Qiaoqiao, lacking in certain mental aspects, radiate such a brilliant light.
...
The midday winter sun warmed everyone up, and after a hearty meal, it was normal to feel a bit sluggish.
