Although they had never been in close contact with a radio, the Lu Family's two children were definitely not unfamiliar with it; Xibao had seen one at Old Chief's house, and Fubao often frequented the broadcast room in the army, naturally having seen a radio.
But everyone cherished the radio and would not let the children fiddle with it recklessly, so their curiosity was very strong.
Lu Jiang held his daughter and brought her close to the radio, letting her touch it. He felt that girls were just gentle and adorable; she carefully touched it a bit and then withdrew her hand, unlike Xibao who was almost glued to the radio.
Seeing Xibao's eager movements, Lu Jiang reached out and slapped the back of his hand!
"Dad!" Xibao, touching his retracted hand, glared angrily at his father.
Feng Qingxue, seeing that neither child was interested in the cream cake, told Feng Qingyun to take it and eat it.