On the lawn, flocks of doves suddenly took flight,
Their wings flapping loudly.
Tang Li only heard her own heartbeat as she watched Song Baiyan lift his coffee cup, the watch on his left wrist making him look even more like a gentleman sitting under the sun, enjoying the scenery. That warm and accommodating feeling made her lips curve upwards in a smile.
She turned her gaze away, looking at the drifting away helium balloon, her smile growing broader.
"You can still smile." Song Jingtian looked at her with complaint: "The Buzz Lightyear we just bought, I don’t know where it has flown off to!"
Tang Li handed 10 yuan to the clown: "Then let’s buy another one."
Song Jingtian hummed: "There’s no more Buzz Lightyear."
"Pleasant Goat is also nice." Tang Li took the blue "Pleasant Goat" from the clown and handed it to Song Jingtian: "Superheroes are too far from you, we should promote being practical."
A few minutes later, Tang Li and Song Jingtian returned to the café.
The little guy held the string of "Pleasant Goat," his eyes not hiding his disdain.
As soon as they sat down, he reported to his elder brother: "I wanted to buy Buzz Lightyear, and she got me a Pleasant Goat." Then, he sighed deeply: "Childish cartoons like ’Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf’, especially that Red Wolf who keeps smashing her husband with a frying pan, anyone who watches would turn into a fool."
Tang Li asked him: "How would you know that Grey Wolf is often hit by Red Wolf if you’ve never watched it?"
Song Jingtian choked and rolled his eyes.
This small yet cunning appearance elicited a gentle reprimand from Song Baiyan: "Have you forgotten how you’re taught on regular days?"
"..." Song Jingtian instantly became obedient.
When the waiter served the sizzling beef, he tossed "Pleasant Goat" aside.
Tang Li ate a plate of curry chicken and potato gratin.
After swallowing a mouthful of beef, Song Jingtian stretched his spoon toward her plate, and Tang Li let him "steal" a few pieces of chicken, her gaze inadvertently moving to the opposite side of the table.
Song Baiyan had taken off his suit jacket.
His shirt sleeves were rolled up, adeptly dealing with a crab leg.
The café was not a high-end restaurant, therefore the waiter only brought a plate of snow crab legs and a pair of scissors.
Tang Li saw a man peel a crab so elegantly and composedly for the first time.
Unrushed and orderly.
When Song Baiyan finished with the crab meat, he took a warm wet towel, wiped off the grease from his hands, and pushed the plate of crab meat to the center of the table.
Song Jingtian cheered in victory and, protective of his food, planned to dump the entire plate of crab meat into his own bowl.
However, he just reached out and got smacked.
The little guy yelled in pain, quickly withdrawing his chubby hands.
Song Baiyan threw the chopsticks back on the table, and placed the towel aside, reminding Song Jingtian: "Did you return all your table manners to your school teachers?"
"I used to always eat it." The little guy murmured.
Although his voice was soft, it didn’t escape the ears of the other two.
Amusement appeared in Song Baiyan’s eyes, but he pretended to be displeased as he disciplined him, his deep and magnetic voice filled with authority: "You also know it was in the past, today we have a guest, how come you are not learning to be courteous?"
Hearing this, Tang Li slightly tightened her grip on her spoon.
Not out of awkwardness.
But because the words "guest" coming from Song Baiyan’s mouth seemed to carry a certain magic.
...making her feel valued.
"Then I’ll share half with her." Song Jingtian, somewhat reluctantly, lifted the plate and scooped some crab meat to the edge of Tang Li’s dish.