"Baby, tell me brother, what did the teacher teach you on the first day of school today?" Tang Junxuan asked, pinching Sub Bao's chubby face. "Brother, I learned a poem." Su Bao looked at his brother with an expression that was about to praise me. "Oh? Really? Carry it for brother." Tang Junxuan was amused by Su Bao's confused expression. "Looking at the moonlight in front of the bed, the ground was wet. Look up at the moon and look down at the shoes. Brother, isn't it great?" Su Bao looked like he was begging for praise again. Tang Junxuan looked at Su Bao dotingly, "Of course, my baby is the best." Do you think my baby can only eat?