Lin Han coughed unnaturally, "Tingfan will lose weight if he eats it, so he will make up for it more."

Lin Wu couldn't help laughing, and then the others laughed, making Lin Qiao blush.

Song Ling looked up curiously, but didn't see anything, so he said wisely: "Dad, you and grandpa are half of each other." Then he went to serve the bowl and wanted to give the two of them apart.

Lin Qiao was amused and crying, so she quickly took it over and put it on, "It's done, grandpa and dad know it yourself, hurry up and have to chant words after eating."

Song Ling nodded unexpectedly obediently, "Mom, I'll go to Brother Qiang's house to recite the words later."

Lin Qiao didn't think he was going back to play, and the child would not lie about such things. "Okay, remember to be obedient and don't cause trouble for others."

"good."

After Song Ling asked her, she looked at Song Tingfan, "Dad, can I go?"

"Your mother agreed." Song Tingfan scooped Lin Qiao a bowl of rice, then picked up a piece of mutton for her.

"Dad, you are like me, listen to your mother's words." Song Ling was complacent.

Lin Qiao: "..."

The others were amused, and Li Guifen really rejoices at him and couldn't help but touch his head, "Eat more."

Then I thought of something, "There are jugglings in Mingge Town, let's take a look together."

When my daughter is back, she always wants to stay with her.

Lin Qiao is not working now, there are people in charge of the shop, and the family doesn’t have to worry about it. She has no objection, but she still looks at Song Tingfan, “Do you want to go?”

He is still not used to going out to meet people.

"Go." Song Tingfan did not hesitate at all.

He will not hide from the turtle shell now, Lin Qiao is very satisfied. If it weren't for the many people, she would have been determined to kiss him.

Seeing that his daughter was almost covering her son-in-law's face, Li Guifen coughed, "Eat while it's hot, it's not delicious if it's cold."

The whole family was having a good time. After dinner, they sat down for a while before returning home.

After Song Tingfan rested for a while, he took the bow and arrow. After seeing this, Lin Qiao said, "Do you want to go up the mountain to hunt?"

"Do you want to go?"

"think."

The two of them carried a small basket and went up the mountain. This season, the wild chrysanthemums were beautiful and yellow and beautiful.

Lin Qiao said casually, "The wild chrysanthemums are blooming so well here."

Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan followed her gaze, walked over quickly, bent down and fell a lot.

A big hand.

Lin Qiao couldn't even see his waist. When she saw him coming over and handed it to her, she was so amazed and crying, but it still happened.

"Is it enough? Is it enough? I'll come back later." Song Tingfan didn't care whether there were too many or not, just wondering whether she liked it or not.

Lin Qiao glanced at him and joked: "It's not enough, just wrap the back mountain."

"Okay, I'll go down the mountain later." Song Tingfan did not hesitate at all.

“…”

Lin Qiao reached out and grabbed him, "Go, I'll go outside the room." Then she grabbed his hand and signaled him to walk forward.

After glanced at the hand she was holding, Song Tingfan clenched back a little and said obediently: "Sleep next to you."

The two of them were slowing down and it took a while to enter the forest. Lin Qiao picked up a few mushrooms, and Song Tingfan caught a rabbit.

Nothing gains after that.

When he was about to go down the mountain, Song Tingfan rolled up his sleeves and climbed up the tree, took out more than a dozen bird eggs, and carefully hugged them with leaves.

It doesn't matter if you don't have to think about it, it's for Song Ling.

He doesn't like to express himself, but he has fulfilled his father's responsibilities.

...

At dusk, there is still afterglow.

"Mom, Daddy, Zeng A-Miss, I'm back!"

Before I could see Song Ling, I heard his voice.

Song Qinshi happily went out to pick him up. Song Ling kissed her several times, making her very happy.

Lin Qiao in the kitchen couldn't help but say "tsk" twice and said to Song Tingfan: "Your son doesn't know who his mouth looks like."

Song Tingfan looked straight at her and said seriously: "Like you."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Like her? She is not like this.

At most, it was better to speak in those years.

Soon Song Ling ran in and threw herself into Song Tingfan's arms, "Dad, Master praises me, praises me for being good."

Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan pursed his lips. The Master was Cheng Sheng. He said it was good, that was he still needed to learn.

However, looking at the child who was similar to him, he didn't say anything, "Okay,"

Lin Qiao knew him better than anyone else. As long as she made someone, she would praise herself as soon as she got home, and then she would show mercy, "What mistake did you make today?"

My mother guessed it again, and Song Ling's face drooped suddenly and she whispered: "I broke someone else's pen."

"who?"

"Brother Qiang Qiang, but I'll pay him my money."

Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, then said with a stern face: "Why did it break it?"

"They...they turned the pen, and I wanted to turn it around, so I borrowed Brother Qiang's brush and fell to the ground."

Song Ling knew that he was going to be beaten by his mother, so he hugged Song Tingfan's neck and said pitifully: "Dad, I didn't mean it, please help me persuade my mother."

"Don't talk about dad, my ancestors have not even come. I go to the corner to recite while reciting." Lin Qiao told him not to move, and took a stick to scare him.

He had already gotten up at this time in the past, but he was still holding Song Tingfan and not letting go, thinking about exempting punishment.
Chapter completed!