The two adults and one child stared at the garlic clove in a strange silence for a while. Finally, Wen Shuqiao stepped in to smooth things over: "Baby, you don't have to eat the garlic clove. It's used as an ingredient to enhance the flavor."

Can Can didn't quite understand what Ti Xiang meant, but since her aunt said she didn't need to eat it, she decided not to.

He then used his chopsticks to pick up the garlic cloves from Shen Jiazhou's bowl and placed them on the bone plate. He also picked up a soft, tender potato chunk for him: "Eat up!"

It's a bit of a shame to look at those garlic cloves; the baby worked so hard to peel them, why not let them eat them?

Wen Shuqiao said, "Alright, come back and eat. Your uncle can pick it up himself."

Shen Jiazhou was also afraid that he would put something else on his plate, so he said, "Yes, Uncle can pick up the food himself. You sit down and eat by yourself."

Can Can then gave up on the parent-child activity of picking up food with chopsticks, nimbly climbed off the chair, and returned to Wen Shu Qiao's side.

However, after this little incident, the chicken leg in his bowl had cooled down a bit, so Wen Shuqiao put small gloves on him so he could grab it and eat it directly, which made it much easier.

Can Can eats much more seriously, grabbing a chicken leg and munching away. Wen Shuqiao put some vegetables in his bowl: "You can't just eat meat."

Can Can nodded and obediently ate the vegetables.

Shen Jiazhou said, "You're so well-behaved in front of you."

Wen Shuqiao looked at him: "He has always been well-behaved, he just loves to act cute."

Shen Jiazhou quietly added, "Is that so?"

Why am I so sly in front of him?

Both adults turned their gazes toward Can Can, who was focused on eating. Long Aotian was ruthless, and he was steady when it came to eating!

Delicious! Delicious! Delicious!

The system was now completely disheartened and hadn't uttered a word from beginning to end. After all, it knew that even if it did speak, this little rascal wouldn't listen to it.

Forget it, we're all family, let's do whatever we want.

Can Can has always had a good appetite. He ate a chicken leg and then a small bowl of rice soaked in chicken soup. After he was full, he went to play by himself.

With only two adults left at the table, Wen Shuqiao finally spoke up and asked, "President Shen, is it not to your liking?"

Shen Jiazhou looked up at her, and Wen Shuqiao said, "I noticed you haven't eaten much."

He frequently served food to Can Can, but he himself barely ate anything.

But then I thought about it again, and he's a CEO, so it's not surprising.

Wen Shuqiao smiled at Shen Jiazhou and then ate her meal attentively, holding her bowl.

“There’s nothing I don’t like.” Shen Jiazhou watched Wen Shuqiao eat. “I have a normal appetite.”

It's not just average; it seems like he ate even less than Can Can. Can Can finished a bowl of chicken soup, while Shen Jia Zhou still has quite a bit left in his bowl.

Wen Shuqiao looked up at him again, and Shen Jiazhou picked up the soup bowl with one hand: "There are a lot of things to do at the company, and sometimes I'm full after just a bite or two. Over time, I've gotten used to eating less."

Actually, I ate quite a lot today.

Wen Shuqiao blinked lightly, meaning that as long as they didn't starve to death, it was fine.

Seemingly afraid that Wen Shuqiao might misunderstand, he continued, "The food you cooked was delicious, thank you for your hospitality."

Wen Shuqiao couldn't help but laugh: "President Shen, you really are different from the presidents I've always imagined."

Shen Jiazhou relaxed a lot and put down the soup bowl: "I guess you're talking about the kind of person who goes out with a bunch of people following him, doesn't know anything about food, and speaks in a slurred manner?"

Wen Shuqiao nodded: "Yes, isn't that how it is?"

That's how it's written in novels.

Shen Jiazhou leaned back lazily in his chair, his gaze fixed intently on Wen Shuqiao.

The woman wore a light-colored sweatshirt, her long hair neatly secured at the back of her head with hair clips, but a few strands still fell casually over her shoulders, giving her an extremely calm and gentle look under the light.

He straightened up slightly: "Wen Shuqiao, you're not what I imagined either."

Wen Shuqiao paused slightly in her grip on the spoon handle. She lowered her head, took a sip of soup, and then asked, "What's different?"

“It’s completely different everywhere,” Shen Jiazhou said. “It’s like a completely different person.”

Wen Shuqiao let out a long "Oh": "That's right, it was Su Shuqiao before, and now it's Wen Shuqiao, they were originally two different people."

“Yes,” Shen Jiazhou said, “you’re right.”

It's fine for Wen Shuqiao to say that, and things are fine as they are now. He was worried that it might not be good for Cancan when he was looking at the information, but now Cancan is very happy.

Honestly, if it were him who had taken Can Can home in the first place, he really wouldn't have let him be so carefree.

At that point, not only will Shen Jiachen be turning in his grave, but even in his midnight dreams, Shen Jiachen and his sister-in-law, whom he has never met, will come and kick him a couple of times.

After finishing his meal, Can Can stopped watching cartoons. He went to add food to the milk and cake, and squatted down to watch them eat.

The system, however, spoke in his mind: "What are your aunt and uncle saying? Go listen."

What is it that you're keeping from Long Aotian?

Can Can merely glanced up and lazily said, "No, baby won't listen."

The system scoffed: "You won't even know your aunt sold you out!"

Can Can asked, "Who are you selling it to?"

"Of course, I'll sell it to my uncle!" the system said. "Little Bao, don't you want to see your other relatives? Like Grandpa, Great-Grandpa, and lots of aunts and uncles."

Can Can thought for a moment: "I don't want to."

He only wants to stay with his aunt and occasionally play with his uncle, but his aunt's house is the baby's home.

The system code fluctuated violently twice; it was like a stubborn, unyielding baby!

After the meal, Shen Jiazhou helped Wen Shuqiao clear the dishes. Wen Shuqiao said, "President Shen, you really don't need to help me. I can do it myself."

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!