"Oh! Okay." Song Chengguang was obedient and didn't question or protest Song Yuanhuan's request. He let go of the puzzle in his hands obediently, "Little Baby, Little Moon, play by yourselves. Big brother is going to wash the dishes, then I'll play with you." Saying this, Song Chengguang's little legs automatically made their way to the small stool in the corner of the living room, then he carried the stool into the kitchen.
Song Yuanhuan began to clear the dining table and piled all the plates and utensils in front of Song Chengguang.
