Can Can hugged his waist and said quickly, "I missed you so much, Uncle!"
The fatigue on Shen Jiazhou's face subsided a bit. He was about to hug Cancan back, but Cancan had already let go of his waist without any hesitation, and went back in her slippers, even holding the remote control and reversing forward for several seconds.
The cake and milk rubbed against his trouser leg. After watching Can Can leave, he turned around without hesitation and went back to his old spot.
"Ha." Shen Jiazhou was almost laughing in anger.
So this is just a routine welcome, right?
He's not as appealing as cartoons!
Wen Shuqiao leaned back on the sofa and laughed, "Why are you arguing with them? Are you hungry? There's a bowl of steamed eggs left for you in the kitchen."
With her eyes glued to the TV screen, Can Can listened to her aunt's voice and made several "uh-huh" sounds: "Yes, yes, the steamed egg is super delicious, Uncle! I ate a whole bowl!"
Shen Jiazhou placed his briefcase on the single sofa. He wasn't hungry at all, but when he heard Wen Shuqiao say that, he slipped on his slippers and went to the kitchen. A little while later, he came out with a bowl of still-warm steamed egg custard.
He sat down next to Can Can and scooped some food with a spoon: "Do you want some more?"
Can Can shook his head and patted his belly lightly: "Full~"
My aunt says he's round and chubby, but he doesn't think so at all!
Wen Shuqiao smiled and said, "It was saved for you, but we've already eaten."
Shen Jiazhou put the steamed egg custard in his mouth. It was indeed delicious. The saltiness was just right, and it was smooth and tender. It melted in his mouth with just a touch.
After finishing half a bowl of steamed egg custard, Shen Jiazhou felt a bit more energetic. He looked up at Wen Shuqiao and then realized something was amiss: "Weren't you having dinner at An'an's place tonight?"
Why did you give Can Can extra food?
"No!" Can Can replied while looking at the screen, "My aunt and I came back this afternoon."
Shen Jiazhou shoved another spoonful of steamed egg custard into his mouth: "Hmm? What's going on?"
The exciting part was over, and Can Can turned to her uncle. Just as she was about to say something, her eyes fell on the steamed egg custard in her uncle's bowl.
He blinked: "Uncle, this bowl of steamed egg custard..."
Shen Jiazhou stood up, holding the bowl: "That's all."
Cancan: Cut.
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