Lu Jiang couldn't help but say, "You eat more than your mom with that 'little bit,' and you're still calling it a 'little bit.'"
Despite Feng Qingxue repeatedly saying that Fubao and Zhuangzhuang have small appetites, her own appetite wasn't big either, especially at night, she ate very little, certainly not as much as Xibao and Erxiong, and mostly vegetarian.
Xibao and Erxiong, who were just over two years old, could eat a bowl of fried rice or ten dumplings, and Feng Qingxue's appetite was about the same.
The father and son had not argued for a few sentences when they felt a chill on their faces.
"It's snowing!" Lu Erxiong cheered, stretching out his little hand to catch snowflakes, but he was wearing woolen gloves, and the snow was very fine, so it melted when it landed on his hands, and he immediately complained, "It's gone."
Xibao, pulling along Fubao and Dundun, yawned, "It is gone, so we're going to sleep now."
