More importantly, the young prince still remembered him, wasn't afraid of him at all, and was affectionate towards him.

The Fourth Prince, who was quite pleased with himself, noticed that the little guy wasn't calling him very fluently, so he opened his mouth and taught him, "Come on, Jing'er, say 'Ama' again, it's Ama, not 'A-Ama'!"

Hongjing was very accommodating to him, trying to imitate him in a soft and sweet voice, but it still didn't work. "Ah, Ma!"

Even so, Fourth Master didn't mind the imperfect pronunciation. Hearing the little guy's soft and sweet voice, he was quite satisfied, and his smile deepened.

Hongjing, however, frowned slightly, not as satisfied as the Fourth Prince.

The little guy silently prepared himself for a moment, then opened his mouth and called out again, "Father!"

Great, you shouted it out smoothly!

The little guy's slightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, clearly showing his great satisfaction.

Ke Jiaming and Hongxuan were not satisfied.

Because when the little one calls the two of them, he still calls them "Ee-e" and "Guo-guo," which contrasts sharply with the clear "Ama," so they are not satisfied at all.

Besides, the little guy hadn't wanted to talk to them at all just now, and was even sulking with them, but as soon as his father came, he smiled, rushed into his father's arms, and gave him a warm kiss.

The difference is too big!

How can you treat people so differently!

Suddenly, a sour smell began to spread in the outer room. Clearly, Hongjing was no longer sour; this time, the roles were reversed, and it was Jiaming and Hongxuan's turn to feel sour.

“Jing’er, call me ‘Mother’ properly. I’ve been taking good care of you all this time. I can’t be biased and only call your father properly while forgetting your mother,” Jiaming grumbled to Hongjing with a hint of jealousy.

Hongxuan followed suit, saying, "And your brother here too. Call me brother, not 'Guoguo'."

Unexpectedly, Hongjing, who was being held by the Fourth Prince and whose face was facing Jiaming and Hongxuan, turned his head to the side and continued to turn his back to the two of them, ignoring them completely.

Jiaming and Hongxuan: ...Depressed, feeling a pang of sadness!

Fourth Master glanced at Jiaming and Hongxuan, then at Hongjing, wondering what had happened.

When asked, the little guy didn't answer, but kept stuffing his toys into Fourth Master's hands.

The meaning was clear: he wanted to play with Fourth Master.

If I don't understand, then let it go!

With this in mind, Fourth Master immediately started playing with Hongjing on the mat.

Jiaming and Hongxuan watched the two playing together, and thinking of themselves being ignored, they looked at each other and saw their frustration.

Just as the mother and son were drinking tea, eating snacks, and watching the father and son playing together intimately, a "gurgling" sound rang out.

Following the sound, one could see Xiao Hongjing holding a small abacus in one hand and clutching his belly with the other, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Are you hungry?" Fourth Master, who was closest to the little guy, put down what he was holding, patted the little guy's fluffy head, and asked in a slightly gentle tone.

After nodding his head, the little guy lingered and rubbed his head against Fourth Master's palm.

Seeing that Xiao Hongjing was no longer acting strangely in front of the Fourth Prince and was behaving normally, Jiaming suddenly had an idea. She took the pastry that Hongtao had just picked up and walked over, saying, "These pastries are made by your mother. Here, let your mother feed you."

After looking at the snacks, the little one stared intently at Jiaming.

Jiaming was on edge, worried that the little one would rather go hungry and throw a tantrum, refusing to eat the snacks she brought.

But the little guy didn't say anything or turn his head; he just stared at Jiaming.

So, he didn't refuse?!

Immediately, Jiaming, delighted, picked up a pastry and brought it to Xiao Hongjing's lips.

The little guy opened his mouth, took a bite, and started chewing.

Very good!

Jiaming happily held up the snacks in front of the little guy, saying, "These snacks are delicious, come on, have some more."

Seeing this, Hongxuan's eyes lit up, and he also brought over a fruit platter.

"Little brother, do you want some watermelon? It's refreshing and thirst-quenching!"

Hongjing looked at Hongxuan. The little guy pretended not to care about the food being fed to him, but his mouth opened honestly.

Hehe, my little brother is talking to me now, and Hongxuan is happy too!

With joyful hearts, the mother and son sat on either side of Hongjing, feeding each other snacks and watermelon.

Watching Jiaming and Hongxuan attentively serving Hongjing, Fourth Master narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit hungry and thirsty, and knew he needed to eat something.

So he said calmly, "Xuan'er, watermelon!"

Hongxuan was taken aback at first, but then he realized what was happening and handed the fruit plate to the Fourth Master, saying, "Father, you eat."

The Fourth Master was eating watermelon, but his mood was as refreshing and pleasant as the watermelon itself.

Of course, upon seeing Jiaming diligently serving Hongjing, the Fourth Prince narrowed his eyes again, feeling that watermelon was only enough to quench his thirst, and his stomach was still a bit empty, so he needed to eat some snacks.

Then, he continued calmly, "Guarjia clan, some snacks!"

Jiaming turned to look at Hongtao and immediately wanted to tell her to take some snacks to Fourth Master.

But even with her mouth open, she caught a glimpse of the Fourth Master squinting at her out of the corner of her eye. The words that were about to come out of her mouth lingered in her mouth for a moment before she swallowed them back down.

She had no choice but to hand the snacks she was holding to Fourth Master.

Fourth Master opened his squinted eyes, but he just stared at Jiaming without moving.

Jiaming: ...Fine, I give up. It's just feeding, right? One is feeding, two is feeding, it's fine.

"Sir, you eat!"

Fourth Master ate the pastries attentively, then commented earnestly, "They taste good!"

Jiaming, who was quite confident in her cooking skills, thought to herself, "It's not just good-tasting, it's delicious!"

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