Feng Qifan replied, "Okay, Dad."

The father and son went into the kitchen together. Feng Haidong took out bowls and chopsticks from the wooden cabinet and handed them to his son.

Without giving any further instructions, Feng Haidong simply said, "Alright, take it out."

Then, Feng Haidong went to the stove and began preparing to make soup.

When Feng Qifan saw that his father hadn't told him to be careful not to break the bowl, he suddenly felt that his father didn't treat him like a child. He then carefully took the bowl and chopsticks and left the kitchen.

Feng Haidong made a tomato and egg drop soup as a last dish. When he brought it out, his wife and son were already seated, and the bowls and chopsticks had been set out.

When Lu Wanling saw her husband bring out the soup, she didn't forget to praise their son in front of him.

"My son did very well today. He not only brought out the bowls and chopsticks, but also set them out on his own initiative."

Feng Haidong didn't praise him, but smiled and said, "Isn't this normal? My Xiaofan is in third grade now, he's a big kid, he can definitely do these things well."

After saying this, Feng Haidong asked his son, "Is that right?"

Although his father didn't praise him, Feng Qifan thought his father's words were great. He puffed out his chest and said with some pride, "Yes, I'm a big kid, I can do these things well."

Feng Haidong laughed and said, "Haha, that's right. From today onwards, our son is the little man of our family."

Feng Qifan was even happier: "Yes, yes, I'm a little man now."

Looking at the father and son, especially seeing her son seemingly becoming more confident under her husband's guidance, Lu Wanling felt that this family atmosphere was truly wonderful.

After putting down the soup bowl, Feng Haidong smiled and greeted his wife and son, "Okay, let's eat."