Bang.

Jiang Tang patted his hand, "You are not allowed to eat."

Liang Shennu bluntly said, feeling aggrieved: "Mom, I was wrong."

Jiang Tang didn't raise his head, and slowly ate the dish: "What's wrong with you?"

Liang Shen put his compliment and rubbed against her shoulder, "You, you will always be my princess."

Jiang Tang almost stopped laughing, but fortunately he finally held it back, put down the bowls and chopsticks and straightened Liang Shen's crooked little body, with a serious expression, "It's not this."

The little guy bit his finger, "I, I'm still your knight."

Jiang Tang had no choice but to look helpless: "It's not this."

Liang Shen tilted his little head, his tone was confused: "It's not this?"

Jiang Tang shook her head: "No."

He looked confused and didn't look like he was pretending to be stupid. He was really stupid. His silly look made the director behind him laugh, and cooperated to draw a close-up scene for Liang Shen. When the film was handed over to the later stage, he also gave Liang Shen a few question marks and a pair of puppy ears in the later stage, which was so cute.

After thinking about it for about five minutes, Liang Shen sat upright, straightened his face, with a serious attitude and a serious expression: "Mom, I shouldn't be a childish temper, I shouldn't be patting your chopsticks. I was wrong. Can I have a meal?"

Jiang Tang continued to hold back his laughter: "Then you have to ask your brother. The food was made by your brother, and my mother has no right to agree."

All right.

Liang Shen faced A Wu again, continued to sit up straight, straightened his face, with a serious attitude, and repeated the previous words with a serious expression, "Brother, I shouldn't be a childish temper, I shouldn't be slapping my mother's chopsticks. I was wrong, can I eat the food you cook?"

You eat pig brains, idiot.

Fortunately, Awu held back, and all the ridicule of thousands of words turned into a simple nod.

The moon has risen outside the window, shining brightly on this barren village. The light bulbs above the head emit dim light, and mosquitoes are attracted by the residual heat and circling around.

A table, four pairs of chopsticks, talking and laughing, and looking like home.

A Wu raised his eyes slightly and saw the woman opposite the table with a gentle smile. The look at the child was unconcealed and caring. He moved slightly and felt sour and dazzling. Under the long eyelashes, his personality was deposited.

He had long been accustomed to darkness and could not bear the dazzling warmth.
Chapter completed!