"hiss."

Song Xijiao immediately pulled back, but couldn't pull it back.

She stared at Pei Zhiting with wide eyes, but saw him talking to Pei Zhonghuan calmly, as if the hand under the table was not his.

This bastard!

Pei Zhiting's heart was filled with ripples.

"Zhiting!" Pei Zhonghuan immediately scolded him when he saw Pei Zhiting was distracted.

Pei Zhiting came to his senses, immediately let go of his hand and sat up straight.

"Dad, you say."

Song Xijiao picked up the juice beside her and took a sip, and her mouth was immediately filled with the sweet and sour liquid.

"Wife, I want one too." Pei Hetong said immediately.

Song Xijiao put down the juice, picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a piece of food for him and put it on the plate in front of him.

"Here, eat."

Pei Hetong frowned, "Not this, I want you to feed me." He pointed at the juice in Song Xijiao's hand, "And this, I want to drink it too."

Song Xijiao was about to pick up the juice to feed him.

Pei Zhiting suddenly leaned over, snatched the cup from Pei Hetong's hand, and gave him his own cup.

"He Tong, I'm thirsty. Do you mind if I exchange a cup with you?"

Pei Hetong subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when his eyes met Pei Zhiting's, he couldn't say the words of refusal.

"No, I don't mind."

Pei Zhiting immediately drank the wine in the glass, and then turned the glass upside down on the table to indicate that he had really finished it all.

Song Xijiao stared at the upside-down cup for three seconds, feeling a strange possessiveness.

Pei Hetong could only pick up Pei Zhiting's cup and take a big gulp. The cold liquid slid down his throat, making him shiver. Why was the water so cold?

He put the cup down and looked at Song Xijiao, "Wife, I..."

"Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping." Pei Zhiting suddenly interrupted him.

Pei Hetong didn't dare to act rashly in front of Old Master Pei, so he could only swallow his anger and continue eating, but he glanced at Song Xijiao from time to time, signaling her to feed him.

However, Song Xijiao seemed not to notice his gaze. She focused on eating her own meal, and occasionally picked up some food for Pei Zhonghuan with her chopsticks, which made Pei Zhonghuan smile happily, and even made him look at Pei Hetong more favorably.

Pei Hetong was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Pei Zhiting, however, curled up the corners of his lips in a good mood, and even responded to everything Zhao Ruoxue said to him.

Seeing this, Zhao Ruoxue thought that he had seen her sincerity, and she immediately smiled happily and picked up a piece of spareribs that Pei Zhiting liked and put it in his bowl.

"Zhiting, try these ribs, they're delicious."

Pei Zhiting stared at the ribs in the bowl with a frown.

He never likes others to serve food to him.

Just when everyone thought he was going to lose his temper, he suddenly picked up the ribs and took a bite.

"Yeah, it's really good."

Everyone: ???

Zhao Ruoxue immediately took action, "Then I'll often give you some in the future."

Before Pei Zhiting could refuse, Song Xijiao's chopsticks fell to the ground with a snap.

"Ah, sister, why are you so careless?" Zhao Ruoxue gloated, "How about I get you a new pair?"

Song Xijiao forced a smile, "The child kicked me, I'm fine."

As she spoke, she bent down with her big belly to pick up the chopsticks.

"Don't move." Pei Hetong held her shoulders. "You sit down, I'll go."

Pei Hetong picked up the chopsticks and looked up at the servant not far away, "Go, get a pair of clean chopsticks."

The servant immediately responded and left.

Pei Hetong took the chopsticks and sat down next to Song Xijiao, handing the chopsticks to Song Xijiao.

"Wife, this is for you."

Song Xijiao took the chopsticks and was about to continue eating, but Pei Hetong suddenly reached out and took a piece of pork ribs from her bowl.

"What are you doing?" Song Xijiao widened her eyes.

Pei Hetong put the ribs into his mouth and said while chewing:

"You're pregnant. You can't eat such greasy food. It's not good for the baby."

Pei Zhiting stuffed the two fattest pieces of braised pork into his mouth.

Get a divorce now, he can't stand it for a single day. He will make a phone call later to speed up the court process.

Li Zhenjun looked at him with a look of surprise on her face. Her son hated eating fatty meat since he was a child.

I don't touch anything sweet, sour or candied.

Who would have thought that today, he not only ate it, but also ate two pieces!

"Mrs. Liu, why is the braised pork sour tonight?"

"Sour, sour?" Mrs. Liu looked bewildered. "I didn't add any vinegar."

"Why is it so sour? It's so sour that my teeth are about to fall out." Pei Zhiting took another piece and said, "It might be the meat. Don't eat it."

As he spoke, he brought the entire plate of sweet and sour pork in front of him and started eating it by himself.

Everyone: “…” No, didn’t you just say it was sour?

Song Xijiao picked up a piece of Pei Hetong's favorite shrimp and put it into Pei Hetong's bowl.

"Honey, let's eat shrimp."

Pei Hetong was about to pick it up when Pei Zhiting suddenly leaned over and snatched his bowl.

"He Tong, I'm not full yet. Do you mind giving me another bowl?"

Pei Hetong looked at his empty hands and almost fell over in anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "No, I don't mind."

Pei Zhiting put his bowl next to himself and handed him an empty bowl.

"Here, use this."

Pei Hetong could only swallow his anger and fill his empty bowl with another bowl of rice.

Song Xijiao suppressed her smile and picked up another piece of shrimp and put it into Pei Hetong's bowl.

"Honey, let's eat shrimp."

Pei Zhiting leaned over again, and in front of Pei Hetong's astonished gaze, put the shrimp in his bowl into his mouth, then picked up a piece of ginger that Pei Hetong had never touched and put it into his bowl.

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