It's almost New Year, and Chai Tianlang should be sent back to his parents.
Li Xingmao walked over holding his hand and helped him to the table, "Tianlang, what do you want to eat?"
"Want to sleep, Uncle." Chai Tianlang mumbled, half opening his sleepy eyes, yawning so widely that he could fit a dumpling in his mouth.
This sight amused everyone in the room.
It was still dark outside, and for the almost four-year-old Chai Tianlang, getting up before dawn was not a cheerful task.
Li Xingmao helped him sit straight, but as soon as he let go, he slumped over again.
Li Yuzhu laughed and said, "Big Brother, let him sleep in the carriage. Brother Mu's carriage has thick blankets and hot water bottles; it's not cold at all. I'll pack some food for him to eat on the road after I finish eating. He just wants to sleep now, so how would he eat anything?"
"Alright." Li Xingmao shook his head with a smile, then carried him out of the kitchen.
