The kindergarten would only end at 12:00 pm. So Summer stood in the shade of a tree outside and waited, glancing down at the time from time to time.
The gate of the kindergarten opened at 12:00 pm sharp, and a crisp, soft, cheerful voice came from a distance. "Mommy!”
Immediately afterwards, a little white, cheerful figure plunged into Summer’s arms, hugged her neck with a pair of puppy dog eyes, and gave Summer a generous peck on her cheek.
She held the little person in her arms with a smile, as her voice melted her heart. "Charlotte, say goodbye to your teacher.”
Charlotte waved her small hand as told, her voice loud and clear as she said, "Goodbye, Ms."
Hand in hand, the mother and daughter headed off. Charlotte was cheerful and naughty. She blinked and asked, "Mommy, where are we going now?”
"Going to grandma’s place." While speaking, Summer glanced at the time again. The train would only depart at 3:00 pm. So she still had time to take Charlotte for lunch. "What would you like to eat, Charlotte?”
Suddenly, those round eyes lit up, and Charlotte quickly answered, "The old man. I want to eat the old man."
Summer could not help but laugh, not knowing that Charlotte was referring to KFC.
The first time she heard she wanted to eat the old man, she was gobsmacked, not knowing what the little one was talking about.
But she pouted, as if Summer was embarrassing her." Mommy is so stupid. The old man is the old man, with white hair, glasses, and a long white beard."
A KFC store was just across the street. Summer ordered French fries, a pair of chicken wings, juice, and a burger.
Charlotte likes French fries with ketchup. Every time she went to KFC, she would eat two packets of them and nothing else.
Tearing open a packet of ketchup and handing it to Charlotte, Summer looked on as she ate happily. The stains of ketchup on her cheeks made her look both funny and adorable.
While eating the burger, Summer wiped the ketchup off Charlotte's face with a napkin.
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