"For my heart, for yours, we know each other deeply and remember each other deeply. Dad, this poem is so beautiful." Said the five-year-old Shiitake. "Of course, there are fathers in this word. Look carefully." Qiao Huan said while hugging his son. "Yiyi, there is Yiyi!" Xianggu said excitedly, "What about me? Can't you see your dad is the first one?" Qiao Huan was very hurt. "Shiitake, come and eat!" Xu Yi came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. "Daughter-in-law, I want it too~" One of them and one of them ran towards the kitchen.
190 Sports sand sculpture attack × 175 cute foreign language
Intention: Slowly bloom your own flowers in a world surrounded by love