Then, he put down Little Dumpling.
He rubbed her head, "Go play! I'll bring you some candied hawthorns when I come back!"
Hearing the words "candied hawthorns," Little Dumpling's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Uncle, I want two candied hawthorns, one for the snowman and one for myself."
Jiang Ning couldn't help but tease her, "Aren't you going to share with your Papa and Mama, or your brother Yiming?"
"I... I..." Little Dumpling stammered, fumbling with her fingers, "Papa and Mama, plus brother, that makes three people!"
"I only have... only have two candied hawthorns..."
As she spoke, Little Dumpling looked up at Jiang Ning, her eyes filled with a pitiful plea.
"Uncle, can you buy three? With three, I could share with Papa and Mama, and brother, too!"
"And what about you?" Jiang Ning crouched down, playfully flicked her little nose.
