Bo Qichen looked at Tang Tang Tang, eyes soft and nodded.

Tang Tang was satisfied with the answer, so he was relieved.

But what happened today made the little princess murmur. She was worried, "Baba, does brother qianniao not like me? I feel that brother qianniao seems to hate me. Is Tang Tang Tang wrong?"

"No, no one will hate you."

After a pause, "qianniao is a loner. He is just not good at words."

Tang Tang suddenly understood, "just like his brother?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I see."

Tang Tang seems to suddenly understand something, and suddenly he is not to blame.

Bo Qichen didn't understand what was going on in the little princess's mind and told her to go to bed.

"Don't forget to let mommy eat. Baba, you go to bed early. You work hard."

"Yes."

Tang Tang lay in bed, still thinking about Tang Qingge's failure to eat. She muttered, closed her eyes and went to sleep soon, and slept soundly.

Bo Qichen pursed his lips and looked at Tang Tang, thinking, can my son be so careful?

At this moment, in the next room, Tang Cheng kicked away his quilt and went to sleep.

So my daughter is very considerate.

He kissed her on the forehead and whispered, "good night, my angel."

Downstairs, he went to the kitchen and looked at the remaining dishes and rice grains in the kitchen. He skillfully rolled up his sleeves, picked up a kitchen knife, washed and cut vegetables.

Tang Qingge chewed words in her bedroom with relish. The more she looked back, the more thrilling the plot became. The play incorporated too many elements. The joys and sorrows inside made people cry. Tang Qingge cried several times.

Mom, the king of the city is really wonderful. This his mother is definitely a peerless good man!

If only she could marry such a man.

Tang Qingge was moved to cry while smelling a sweet aroma. Her nose moved, and suddenly her stomach 'Gulu' screamed, smashing her mouth. She was hungry.

Who's cooking? Does she want to see someone?

Tang Qingge immediately got up and went downstairs. He was going to frighten the guy who ate in the middle of the night. As a result, he looked at his back. Mom!

Did she have a treat tonight?

As soon as Bo Qichen looked back, he saw the small head with eyes.

His eyes flickered and he waved to her.

Tang Qingge immediately came over. She looked greedily at the bamboo leaf minced meat porridge being cooked in the pot, watched the big boss bring it to the table, and then scooped a bowl for her. She had a big appetite, "I'm not polite!"

Tang Qingge's eyes lit up when he took a breath!

Drink well!

Tang Qingge went downstairs and didn't forget to take the script. She opened the script while drinking. She began the selfless mode of watching and drinking. Bo Qichen watched helplessly as he put pickles in his mouth as meat.

He immediately grabbed it and stopped her from holding her back.

But she didn't seem to realize that the pickles were gone. She took a mechanical bite of the air, and then began to chew and swallow.

Swallow the loneliness.

Bo Qichen, "..."

Seeing that she was going to pinch the egg skin again, Bo Qichen was helpless. He took chopsticks from her hand and scooped a spoonful of minced meat soup to her mouth. Without looking at it, she drank it.

At this time, even if the poison was handed to Tang Qingge's mouth, it was estimated that she would drink it.

Bo Qichen fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Cooking, feeding, Tang Tang Tang didn't get this treatment.

After feeding her porridge, he wiped her mouth. Tang Qingge was absorbed in the script. Bo Qichen took her to bed and she didn't respond. After a while, the script was taken away.

"Hey, I haven't finished reading it yet!"

He looked at her from above. "Sleep."