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I picked up my son and stopped on the side of the road, and the shouting from the side attracted me.
Sell bread, just opened bread, over 30 yuan to send egg tarts.
Quickly get out of the car, lock the car, skillfully rhythm, and enter the store.
I chose two of my son's favorite dim sums, and while waiting for the checkout, I went out to look, for fear of missing the time when my son had already gone out.
It's always like this, every time I pick up the baby, I hope to bring him unexpected deliciousness.
As the big figure walked towards the car, I came from a different angle.
This feeling of happiness is best understood by every parent who picks up the baby.
Then there is the surprise of meeting in front of the car door.
My son looked at the snacks I bought, but he was not full of joy because he had a cold.
Perhaps for children of this age, stress has long diluted the joy of food.
After starting the car, I threw the snack to the back seat and said quietly, I can taste it, maybe I will taste something different.
My son took it, and I knew he wasn't resisting.
When I got home, I warmed the milk, made cereal, and turned the prepared kiwi in the microwave.
One by one the ingredients were placed on the table, although he ate some snacks on the way, but he didn't lose all the food prepared for his son.
Once again, a sense of satisfaction crept into my heart.
Parents of high school children seem to have their greatest energy as these.
Seeing that the baby does not refuse, it is a kind of happiness.
Sometimes I'm curious, what is the baby's little mind thinking?
Then I remembered what I was like in high school, or how my parents behaved.
At that time, because of the heavy workload of my studies, how could I have the heart to think about other things.
Yes, I think too much.
Life is the happiest if it lives like this.
Although the son does not appear to be very hungry, it seems that only food can express his greatest enthusiasm.
Anyway, it's done, and that's enough.
He eats it, and it makes the days more fragrant!