"Oh, how could I not? The little princess and the big, big tiger are so cute, how could I not love them!"

"But Niannian clearly saw that Madam was moving far away from us," the little boy said, sounding aggrieved.

The lady's smile froze, and she quickly waved her hand, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

The little dumpling pouted, reluctantly accepting the reason, and happily urged the chubby little dumpling to eat more.

Huo Chengche glanced at the guests present with satisfaction, all of whom looked at the big tiger in fear, not daring to come closer.

"Gentlemen, both I and Fatty Tuantuan are very approachable. Please feel free to drink," the young man said with a gentle smile, appearing very "approachable."

Upon hearing this, all the guests present rose to toast, then looked left and right, exchanging encouraging glances, but none of them stepped forward to try and get close to the "approachable" Crown Prince and the chubby boy.

This was probably the most "leisurely" and "harmonious" banquet Huo Chengche had ever attended since birth.

There were no veiled meanings or feigned politeness, just a gathering of relatives and friends, chatting casually, with a chubby little wife in his arms.

Is there anything more pleasant than this?

"Niannian, eat your food obediently." Huo Chengche smiled and patiently fed the little baby in his arms who pointed only at his chubby little body with his little hand.

Seeing the little girl pouting and refusing to eat, he unusually became "unpleasant to talk to," patting her chubby little bottom threateningly, "Babies who don't eat their vegetables won't grow tall."

Really?

The little dumpling pouted and made a firm face, pretending he didn't want to eat, but when Huo Chengche brought the food to the little dumpling's lips, the spineless little dumpling obediently opened his mouth and ate it.

The boy chuckled, shook his head helplessly, and quickly picked up a piece of braised pork and fed it to the little girl to cheer her up.

Sure enough, the little boy immediately cheered up, and someone instantly transformed from "big bad brother" into "Niannian's favorite prince brother".

The boy pinched her soft, chubby cheeks with satisfaction. "You clever little rascal."

The little dumpling took a big bite, chewing the delicious meat with satisfaction. Its contented expression was exactly the same as that of a certain fat tiger next to it.

Huo Chengche shook his head and smiled helplessly.

Grandma Qin smiled as she looked at the adorable little baby, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the greedy tiger and couldn't help but think of how Qin Zhuangshi had just called him a "beast" and "ill-mannered," and she felt a little guilty.

"The tiger raised by the Prince of Hengchang is truly excellent. Look at its fur, so glossy and shiny. It has a good temperament and is very intelligent!" The old lady praised Zhan Yu with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the little boy's eyes lit up. Meeting the old lady's smiling gaze, he immediately jumped happily into the boy's other arm, his bright black eyes sparkling. "Grandma likes chubby Tuan Tuan! Grandma isn't afraid of big tigers?"

Children are most sensitive to whether a compliment is genuine or insincere flattery.

Looking at the little boy's delighted expression, the old lady smiled and said, "Of course Grandma loves chubby Tuantuan. Who wouldn't love such a round and obedient tiger?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Duke Zhongwu and explained, "When Che'er's uncle first returned from Hengchang, he also raised a tiger, but he couldn't take good care of it, so he eventually released it back to its original mountain."

"Oh~" The little dumpling listened attentively, "No wonder Grandma wasn't afraid of Fatty Tuan Tuan, it turns out Uncle Fatty raised him! Uncle Fatty promised Niannian that he could take Fatty Tuan Tuan Tuan to play in the Imperial Study, so Niannian can also teach Uncle Fatty how to raise tigers!"

"W-what? What did you say Uncle Fatty promised you?" The old lady's eyelids twitched.