Jing Li and the little fish looked at each other and saw something very similar in each other's eyes.

...They are truly father and son.

Jing Li thought of a solution in an instant.

He picked up the little fish cub, walked up to the young man, and asked tentatively: "Excuse me..."

The blush on the boy's face had not yet faded. When Jing Li called him, he raised his head like a frightened rabbit, and even stuttered when answering: "W-what's the matter?"

"I wanted to ask where you bought these pastries?" Jing Li pointed at the little boy in his arms and said apologetically, "My silly boy is greedy."

"This?" The boy touched his nose embarrassedly, "This... I made it myself."

Jing Li blinked in surprise.

It turned out that he made it himself.

The boy's hands are so skillful.

But if that’s the case, then you can’t buy it.

There was a hint of regret in Jing Li's eyes, and the little boy in his arms also understood what he said and frowned.

The expressions are exactly the same.

Although Qin Zhao and Jing Li doted on their child, they never relaxed their basic education. Little Fish learned early on that when he wanted something, he could only ask his family for it and not force it in front of outsiders.

However, if you don't get what you want in the end, you must never solve it by crying and making a fuss.

The kid didn't cry or make a fuss, but just buried his head in Jing Li's arms, whimpering in grievance: "Let's go..."

At such a young age, he already knows the principle of out of sight, out of mind.

Jing Li was about to say goodbye to the boy, but he saw the boy push the cake away and whispered, "How about...how about I give you half?"

The boy didn't seem to know how to communicate with others. His ears turned red with nervousness when he spoke, and he almost didn't dare to look Jing Li in the eye.

Jing Li hesitated: "Is it okay?"

"Sure." The boy mustered up his courage, picked up a piece of rabbit cake and handed it to Jing Li, smiling, "I've made a lot of them."

Jing Li was actually a little hesitant.

He is no longer as naive as before. Now that he has his son with him, he has to be more cautious and dare not eat food given by strangers on the street.

Especially after what happened to the Ji family.

As if sensing Jing Li's hesitation, the boy split the cake in half, and the light yellow sugar filling spilled out like quicksand. He stuffed one half into his mouth and handed the other half over. "Try it, it's delicious."

The little fish hugged Jing Li's neck, looked at the boy eagerly, then looked at Jing Li, and did not dare to reach out to take it before his father nodded.

Jing Li looked at his son's greedy look and sighed helplessly: "Take it and say thank you uncle."

"Thank you...uncle!" said the little fish obediently.

The boy simply invited them to sit at the same table.

Jing Li paid for the tea first and wanted to pay for some snacks for the young man, but the young man refused: "No need, these snacks don't cost much."

Only then did Jing Li notice that the boy was dressed simply, but the material of his clothes was of top quality.