Living room.
Tang Chuang held Little Bun in one arm.
He had already heard Little Bun's request, logically pushed his work onto his eldest son who had already gone to the company, and taken leave for himself.
"The car is being prepared."
Sitting in his dad's arms, Little Bun nodded, hugged his dad's neck, and was just about to say something.
But was interrupted as Tang Chuang shoved a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
Little Bun's cheeks puffed out, his large cat-like eyes widening as he struggled to swallow the mouthful of porridge.
"You need to eat breakfast before we can go."
"Today, I want to wear the white hat with flowers on it."
Little Bun obediently nodded, taking the opportunity while his dad was feeding him to make his request.
Tang Chuang thought about it and mumbled in agreement.
Ever since Rong Qing discovered that Little Bun liked the hats he made, he would send one over every so often.
