It's 80, and Xiong Ya, the King of Children, Is in Trouble Again.

Era + country + cub + warmth + healing + daily life + no system + no cheats "Dad, Dad, you look so funny." Xiong Ya stretched out her little hand, grabbed the bowl and chopsticks, and poured all the brine into the soy milk with a slurp. Stirring it randomly with chopsticks, the soy milk splashed all over Xiong Changlin's face. "It's fun, it's fun, it's so fun." "Xiong Ya!" Xiong Ya raised her head, "Dad, what's going on?" Her father had a serious look on his face, and the soy milk was dripping down his cheeks. "Not good." Escape. "Boss, kid! Make another pot." "Dad, I'll come and you can rest." The ones talking were Xiong Ya and her mother. "Sister, sister, wait for me." There is always a little one behind Xiong Ya's butt. An older boy looked at this scene and shook his head. This is a daily scene in the Xiong family.