After Fu Hongxing sat down, Ning Jing went to the kitchen to prepare the fish and the dishes for dinner.

Xiao Feng obediently stepped forward to help Ning Jing start the fire, while the others sat in a circle inside the house.

When Fu Hongxing entered the room, he saw Zhong Zihua and Zhong Xueqi in Zhong Zihua's arms.

After sitting down, he stared at Zhong Zihua, making Zhong Zihua, who was originally excited and moved, suddenly feel pressure coming at him.

Zhong Zihua, who had initially thought that Xiuhua's brothers, sisters-in-law, nephews, and nieces were all easy to get along with, immediately became nervous.

He felt as if the stool he was sitting on had thorns growing on it, but since everyone else was sitting, it wouldn't be good for him to suddenly stand up. He was in a state of great unease.

Children are the most perceptive of subtle changes. Zhong Xueqi sensed her father's tense demeanor and immediately went from half-leaning on Zhong Zihua to tightly hugging her father with both hands, burying her head in his shoulder, and secretly checking on Fu Hongxing and the others.

Her action also made Fu Hongxing turn his attention to the child, and his originally sharp eyes suddenly softened.

I wanted to stand up and go over to hug the child, but I was afraid of scaring the child.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out two pieces of rice dumpling candy.

These were originally meant for Xiaoxi, but she lost her baby teeth a few days ago. Looking at the remaining candy, she wanted to eat it but was afraid that the candy would stick to her teeth and break. Fu Xiangxi felt that she never wanted to experience this scene again in her life.

So the whole jar of candy was delivered to Fu Hongxing.

However, once the jar is opened, only a shallow layer remains at the bottom.

Fu Hongxing, feeling both amused and exasperated, could only pretend to take two pieces of zongzi candy from the bottom of the jar and stuff them into his pocket, indicating that he would obediently finish the candy.

Fu Xiangxi sighed all night about it before he finally calmed down.

Fu Hongxing had actually forgotten that he still had those two rice dumpling candies on him. Luckily, it was winter, so the candies wouldn't melt in his pocket.

"Here, have some candy."

Zhong Xueqi nestled in her father's arms, cautiously looking at the candy lying in Fu Hongxing's hand, then her eyes involuntarily glanced at Fu Xiuhua standing to the side.

Seeing this, Xiuhua nodded and smiled, saying, "Xueqi, this is your uncle, quickly thank him!"

Seeing her mother nod in agreement, Zhong Xueqi loosened her grip on her father's neck slightly and took the two candies from Fu Hongxing's hand.

Then she whispered, "Thank you, Uncle."

"Oh...good boy...good boy!"

Looking at Zhong Xueqi's small face, Fu Hongxing couldn't help but fall into memories.

When he left home, Xiuhua seemed to be about the same age.

Although so much time has passed, memory is a strange thing; it has resurfaced in my mind as if it were yesterday.

Thinking of this, Fu Hongxing's gaze fell on Zhong Zihua again, and his sharp and oppressive gaze relaxed slightly.

Xiuhua has already married this man and had such a big child.

It's too late to say anything now. However, if he dares to wrong Xiuhua, he, as the eldest brother, will let Zhong Zihua know why the flower is so red.

Having figured it out, he stood up, sat back down, and snorted through his nose.

Then I won't go see Zhong Zihua, so as not to see him with inexplicable eye pain and discomfort.

"Are you planning to return them this time?"

Fu Xiuhua's place is too far from here, and she only comes back once every few years.