He licked his lips and said, "I can already see the ice cream inside."
Nan Sichen chuckled.
As they entered McDonald's, Little Nianzhi struggled to get down from Nan Sichen's arms.
Nan Sichen put him down and then smiled as he followed him.
With his short arms and legs, he ran quite fast.
He squeezed through the queue and stood at the counter, shouting, "Uncle, I want ice cream, and I want a burger, and I want fried chicken, and I want a Coke, and I also want..."
He tilted his head, thought for a moment, and added, "Let's start with these."
Nan Sichen pulled him out from the crowd, then carried him to a sofa and sat him down.
He took out his phone and made a call.
Little Nianzhi was drooling as he shook his arm, saying, "Uncle, Uncle, don't make the call now, can we get the food first?"
"Mommy says you have to queue for this, why doesn't Uncle make the call here while I go queue up?"
The little one said, trying to climb off the sofa.
