"did you realize that your voice is hoarse? does your throat hurt when you speak? be good and try not to talk, understand?" luo chenxi said worriedly.
the little dumpling pouted. " i don't know. " tangtang is not hoarse, tangtang's voice is nice, and my throat doesn't hurt."
three-year-old children were the most curious about the outside world and the most talkative.
luo chenxi did not allow her to speak, so the little dumpling was immediately displeased.
luo chenxi chuckled to herself. she had no choice but to change the topic.'by the way, is tang tang having her porridge?' this was from grandma? did she come in the morning?"
before the little dumpling could say anything, another magnetic voice interrupted, " mom didn't come. the porridge was sent by aunt chen. "