When did the young master become so close to the head of the family?
Suppressing the doubts in her heart, she walked forward with the tray, "Master."
An Zhenxiong nodded, looked down at the little guy sitting on his lap, and said softly, "Xiao Ci, you eat first. Grandpa has to go to a meeting and will come to see you later."
An Ci nodded obediently, "Okay."
After watching An Zhenxiong leave, Aunt Hong put the tray she was carrying on the table. When she looked up, she saw the young master leaning on the sofa, his short legs dangling in the air, a smile on his face, and no trace of his previous weakness.
Could it be that the young master was acting just now, pretending to be in front of the head of the family?
This idea was rejected by Aunt Hong as soon as it came out. The young master was innocent. Besides, how could a three-year-old child have so many thoughts?
Aunt Hong smiled and said, "Young Master, come, it's time to eat."
An Ci jumped off the sofa, sat on a small stool beside him, picked up his chopsticks and started eating frantically.
Although he didn't eat so much that crumbs fell all over the place, the way he wolfed down the food really shocked Aunt Hong who was sitting next to him.
Afraid that she would choke, Aunt Hong quickly picked up the soup that had been prepared long ago and scooped a mouthful to feed her.
"Young Master, eat slowly and drink some soup."
An Ci didn't feel embarrassed. He tilted his head and opened his mouth to drink the soup she fed him.
If you don’t enjoy the welfare of human cubs now, when will you wait?
After finishing a bowl of rice, An Ci didn't feel full. He looked at Aunt Hong eagerly, "Aunt Hong, can I have another bowl?"
“…”
Aunt Hong was dumbfounded. She glanced at the empty plates on the table and then glanced at her bulging belly, her expression a little confused.
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