noveltune Chapter 32 Little Sizi Takes the High-Speed Rail
Chapter 32 Little Sizi Takes the High-Speed Rail
Chapter 32 Little Sizi Takes the High-Speed Rail
While washing her hands, Xiao Sizi stood on tiptoe by the sink, rubbing her little hands to make bubbles, muttering, "Bubbles turn into clay! Red bubbles, yellow bubbles—"
Lu Chen smiled and reminded him, "You can't put clay in water to swim, it will melt."
The little guy quickly shook his hands: "I got it! The clay needs to be dry!"
Dinner consisted of warm millet porridge, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a plate of bright red braised prawns.
Little Sizi, holding a small bowl, suddenly had a bright look in her eyes as she scooped up a shrimp dumpling with a spoon: "Brother! These dumplings are all curved, like tiny little boats!"
She carefully placed the "little boat" into the porridge, "carrying the porridge to your tummy!"
Lu Chen couldn't help but chuckle, and picked up some greens and put them in her bowl: "A small boat needs to eat its fill of greens to have the strength to sail."
The little guy nodded obediently, chewing small bites, and even with rice grains stuck to the corners of his mouth, he didn't forget to direct, "Look, big brother! The little vegetable soldiers are protecting the little boat!"
Beyond the canopy, Li Shimin clapped his hands and chuckled, "A child's innocence has transformed food into boats and armor—a truly ingenious creation!"
Empress Zhangsun's eyes softened: "Lu Chen guided her skillfully, both protecting the child's imagination and coaxing her to eat vegetables."
Zhu Yuanzhang smacked his lips and whispered to Empress Ma, "If my son Biao had had this kind of clay to play with back then, he probably would have sculpted even his memorials into little ponies!"
Empress Ma covered her mouth and laughed: "Zhongba is joking again. Biao'er could recite the Classic of Filial Piety when he was only five years old."
After the meal, Lu Chen cleared the dishes, and Xiao Sizi took the initiative to bring a rag to wipe the table, wiggling her little bottom as she worked diligently.
After finishing his work, Lu Chen took the opportunity to put the clay into a sealed bag and placed it on the low cabinet next to the little guy's pillow: "Clay baby needs to sleep under a blanket tonight, and will accompany you on the train tomorrow morning."
The little guy tiptoed to make sure the bag was sealed before nodding in relief.
While washing up, she hugged her teddy bear and instructed in a childish voice, "Little bear, guard the clay, don't let the mice steal any!"
Bedtime story time: Lu Chen opened a picture book, but Xiao Sizi clung to his arm: "Brother, tell me a story about clay! Tell me about a pink pig brain and green vegetables going on a trip—"
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Lu Chen then started making up a story: "Red apple clay becomes a small lantern, illuminating the train tunnel; blue sky clay paves a cloud road, letting little yogurt bottles slide down the slide —"
As the little one listened, his eyelids gradually grew heavy, and his little hand unconsciously gripped a corner of the picture book.
Lu Chen gently took the book away and tucked her in. Under the soft light of the night lamp, she smiled and breathed deeply.
In the living room, Lu Chen packed tomorrow's clothes, train tickets, and clay bags into his suitcase one by one.
My phone vibrated slightly; Zhang Jing had sent a message: "Tips to prevent clay from drying out: Clamp the bag tightly and store it in a cool, dark place. I'm bringing her favorite red bean buns tomorrow morning."
Lu Chen replied with a "thank you," then looked at the warm light shining through the crack in the bedroom door and murmured to himself, "Little glutton, I'll make you a mini high-speed train on the train tomorrow."
Outside the canopy, Li Shimin and Empress Zhangsun smiled at each other.
"The prince is sleeping so soundly," Empress Zhangsun said gently.
"They will be traveling by train tomorrow." Li Shimin gazed at his youngest daughter's sleeping face in the sky, his eyes filled with affection. "With Lu Chen and Zhang Jing taking such good care of her, I am very pleased."
Li Tai leaned over the table and muttered, "I want that kind of colored clay too. I want to sculpt a white rabbit for my mother—Father, can our Tang Dynasty make them?"
Li Shimin laughed and said, "If Qingque is interested, he can have a craftsman give it a try. But as long as Sizi has fun, that's more important than anything else."
It was late at night. After washing up, Lu Chen went back to his room to rest.
The moonlight was bright outside the window, and the two people inside, one big and one small, were breathing evenly.
Outside the canopy, everyone in the houses was asleep.
However, everyone had two questions in mind: one was what the high-speed rail looked like, and the other was what the young man's home looked like.
Li Shimin's family, in particular, were filled with anticipation.
The next day, early in the morning.
Lu Chen was cooking wontons when Xiao Sizi came running over.
"Guoguo! Guoguo!" The little guy gasped for breath, his eyes wide like saucers.
Lu Chen turned around and asked, "What's up, little guy?"
"My clay is gone! Did the little mouse steal it?" The little guy's face turned pale.
"No, your brother packed it up for you."
"Oh. Thank you, buddy."
"Come on, little Sizi, let's wash our hands and come back for dinner."
On the other side of the sky, Li Shimin and Empress Zhangsun couldn't help but chuckle.
"Look at that little rascal, so stingy!"
"It seems she's really addicted to sculpting clay."
All the people of the dynasty sat at the table, waiting to watch the little princess eat.
Lu Chen brought over two bowls of clear soup wontons, one large and one small.
Seeing the seaweed floating like gauze, the golden egg flowers like clouds, the round little wontons, and the bright green cilantro leaves on the clear soup, Xiao Sizi's eyes lit up.
"Wow! What's this?" Little Sizi leaned over the table to look.
"Who made a sachet out of the gauze?" The little guy's eyes widened.
"It's called wonton, and it has meat inside."
"Oh, my porridge is ready!" Little Si quickly sat up and picked up her little spoon.
"Awoo~~" The little guy swallowed a wonton in one gulp.
The little tails of the remaining wontons were sticking out.
"Mmm... It smells so good!" The little guy's eyes were squinted, and his little mouth was puffed out like a pufferfish.
Datang.
Li Tai watched Xiao Sizi eat wontons: "The pancake wrapper filled with meat is so delicious! Modern pancake wrappers are so thin!"
He looked down at his soup dumplings and frowned.
"The little princess lives a life of luxury every day!"
"A princess will always be a princess!"
The people of Wanchao couldn't help but admire it.
After finishing his meal and cleaning up, Lu Chen received a message from Zhang Jing, who was already waiting at the door.
"Let's go! Little Sizi, we're leaving. Brother Zhang Jing is waiting for us at the door." Lu Chen quickly dressed Little Sizi, then slung his backpack over his shoulder, pulled his suitcase with one hand, and held Little Sizi's hand with the other as they went out.
"Zhang Jing, buddy!" Xiao Sizi called out from afar.
"Hello! Little Sizi! Get in the car!" Zhang Jing opened his arms and carried his little brother into the car.
"Hahaha..." Little Sizi felt like an eagle catching a chick.
Whoosh—the car starts.
We arrived at the train station quickly.
"Zhang Jing, you should go back first." Lu Chen felt bad for taking up too much of Zhang Jing's time.
"Hey, I need to see Xiao Sizi get into the car first." Zhang Jing was even more insistent than Lu Chen.
"That's perfect, you hold Little Sizi for me."
"Absolutely!"
The car drove into the underground parking lot.
As the car entered the underground parking lot, the screen transitioned to a dimly lit passageway.
Everyone in the Wanchao held their breath as the car slowly drove into a cool, dark hall, where many large metal-bodied trucks were parked!
"So many cars!" the little boy exclaimed.
"This is a parking lot." Zhang Jing easily parked the car, and then the three of them got out.
The little ox looked around, its little mouth forming the shape of an "0".
The three of them headed straight for the elevator.
"Brother, are we taking the elevator?" Little Sizi still remembered.
"That's right! We're almost at the lobby!"
The elevator slowly ascended.
The three of them stepped into the second-floor lobby.
This is a brightly lit, spacious hall.