The little boy sensed something in that look, looked up at his mischievous older brother, tilted his head, and asked in a childish voice, "Brother Crown Prince, what are you laughing at?"
The boy, caught red-handed, showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, his smile widened, and he pointed at the silly little bundle in his arms, asking in a soft, gentle voice, "Niannian, what does Fatty Tuantuan like to eat?"
The little boy immediately forgot about the question from before and started earnestly counting on his little fingers, "Rabbit meat, pork meat, beef meat, lamb meat..."
As Huo Chengche listened to the little boy's soft, childlike voice, his usually aloof and indifferent handsome face softened like winter snow melting in spring, becoming as warm and gentle as ink. This caused all the guests in the courtyard to start whispering among themselves.
This usually aloof and arrogant young master was actually holding a little pink dumpling in his arms?!
Who is this little baby?
Many of those present had also attended the Empress Dowager's banquet the previous day, so the little boy's identity quickly spread among the guests. In no time, those who had previously had their eyes light up when they saw Huo Chengche now had other thoughts when they looked at the little boy in his arms.
Huo Chengche glanced indifferently at the various expressions in the eyes of the people present, the curve of his lips remaining unchanged, only now turning cold and sharp.
"Make room for me in the seat next to me; another distinguished guest is coming," the young man instructed casually.
"yes."
Grandma Qin glanced at the maid who had gone to make the arrangements and asked in confusion, "Who else is coming? Why didn't you mention it before?"
Huo Chengche glanced at the Duke of Zhongwu with a playful smile, his thin lips curving upwards. "My uncle invited them; I only just found out myself."
The Duke of Zhongwu, who had been cowering to the side, smiling obsequiously like a quail, suddenly felt a twitch in his eyelids and immediately gave him...
"Hmm?" Old Mrs. Qin knew something was wrong when she saw Huo Chengche's gaze. Her stern eyes immediately narrowed as she looked at her fat son beside her. "What good thing have you done this time?"
"No, no, no... Your son didn't do anything! Really!" Duke Zhongwu wiped away his cold sweat and repeatedly assured him.
Old Mrs. Qin knew her son's character well and knew he was no good. She snorted coldly and turned to look at Huo Chengche.
Upon seeing this, Duke Zhongwu quickly gave Huo Chengche a meaningful look, his words full of pleading and echoing his previous promises that he had refused to budge.
The boy smiled contentedly and explained calmly, "Uncle is right, he really didn't do anything."
This didn't sound like a compliment, and the old lady frowned.
"Speaking of which, their relatives used to be frequent guests at our house, but you, my grandmother, kicked them out later." As he spoke, Huo Chengche winked at Old Madam Qin.
Looking at that look, Old Mrs. Qin was even more puzzled.
However, seeing the gazes of the guests filling the courtyard, she temporarily suppressed her doubts and had Huo Chengche help her to take her seat first. "Please, everyone, have a seat!"
Everyone then took their seats.
Soon, Zhuangyou, who had gone to the kitchen, brought out the food prepared for Pang Tuantuan with the maids—pork, beef, mutton…
And it's raw.
"Huh? Why isn't there any rabbit meat? Fatty Tuantuan likes to eat rabbit meat too." The little dumpling looked at the various slices of meat on the table, sniffed them with his little nose, and then asked in a childish voice.
Zhuang You smiled gently, ruffled her little boy's hair, and explained with a smile, "Ordinary families don't prepare rabbit meat. They mostly eat beef, mutton, and pork. Besides, why would anyone eat rabbit meat? It's a bad habit. We can't spoil him."
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