Looking at Madam Tingfan's slightly moist eyes, Song Tingfan suddenly felt a bit guilty and regretful. Maybe at night, Madam Tingfan wasn't necessarily...
It could be something else.
"Madam Tingfan, do you want to eat bird eggs? I'll go fetch some."
Lin Qiao knew she managed to coax him, and she reached out to touch his head affectionately, saying, "Tomorrow, I'll accompany you to go together; it's too late today."
Song Tingfan nodded obediently, "Okay."
...
With some silver coins at home, Lin Qiao wasn't stingy and let Song Tingfan buy a pound of meat.
She thought for a moment and cut half of it. She looked at Song Tingfan, who was stoking the fire, and said, "Uncle, I'd like to share half with my family. Is that okay?"
Unexpectedly, Song Tingfan, who did not expect Madam Tingfan to ask, scratched his head, nodded, and said without hesitation, "Madam Tingfan can decide whatever you think best."
