By the lake.
The three people have already eaten their fill, and the little guy is initially circling around asking questions while Leng Zimo carefully explains to him.
As night falls, Luo Xiaoqian glances at her watch and stands up from the picnic blanket.
"It's getting late; shall we head back?"
The two begin to pack up the things on the ground, and Leng Zimo folds up the telescope and the stand together, straps them to his back, and spreads his arms toward Luo Jun, "Come on, Uncle will carry you!"
"Let me carry him." Luo Xiaoqian quickly says.
"No need, just take care of throwing away the trash." Leng Zimo directly picks up the little guy, "Hand me the grill!"
"It's too much." She refuses.
He's carrying the telescope and the stand, holding the kid, and taking a grill, which is too tiring.
Leng Zimo holds Luo Jun in one arm and grabs the grill in her hand with the other, "Let go."
"Can you manage?" Luo Xiaoqian looks at his face with some concern.
