Gao Dan barely glanced at his foolish son, his hand injured, so much so that even when his mother-in-law handed him the bowl of dumplings:
"Xiao Dan, let's eat dumplings."
I almost got caught.
"Thank you, Mother."
Fortunately, the left hand is more flexible than the right, which dispelled the fleeting doubt that Ye's mother had just had.
However, even though the left hand is quite dexterous, it's impossible to hold this bowl of dumplings in one hand and put them in one's mouth at the same time, right?
Gu Ziling had vanished without a trace. Of those present, only Old Master Gu knew the truth. Looking at his eldest grandson's expression, a smile crept across his old face before he spoke:
"Xiao Dan, come sit here. It's time for us, grandfather and grandson, to have a good chat."
Gao Dan carried a bowl of dumplings and walked quickly, sitting down next to the old man in a few steps. The bowl of dumplings was then placed on the table.
The rest of the people present did not notice anything amiss.
The old man ate his dumplings, and asked casually:
"Are you really alright?"
Gao Danwei nodded slightly: "It's nothing."
At this moment, Yingying and her son, along with Xiao Jiu, who had just woken up and was still a little dazed, had returned.
As soon as the little dumpling entered, she saw the person sitting in her assigned seat:
I'm so angry!
That naughty dad, sitting in someone else's seat!
You should know that, normally, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the little dumpling always sits right next to the old man, and he's always been on the old man's left. The spot where Gao Dan is sitting now is exactly where the little one used to sit.
The relationship between this father and son is about to deteriorate to the point of irreconcilable conflict, isn't it?
However, that's obviously impossible. Yingying is still there. How could they let the father and son really make their relationship so strained?
A family of three should love and cherish each other.
Ye Wanying wasn't oblivious to the little man's upturned lips; what else could she not understand?
"My darling!"
The little dumpling, who was initially quite angry, immediately looked up when it heard its mother calling it:
"Hmm, Mom?"
Ye Wanying couldn't help but laugh again, and then grabbed a handful of her son's hair, which had grown quite long:
"You're not allowed to do that, understand? It's disrespectful to Daddy!"
The little one gave a soft, sweet hum, its extremely proud and arrogant appearance making one want to take a few bites.
That little rascal!
The little one was already used to the way his mother looked at him, his eyes filled with a happy smile, and he opened his arms like a butterfly and rushed into Ye Wanying's arms:
"Mommy~"
The little one no longer cares about the naughty dad who took her seat. Well, in front of her mother, everyone else, even the naughty dad, is just ignored!
Ye Wanying truly couldn't resist such a son who could both act cute and be affectionate.
I picked him up, and the little chubby boy seemed to have gotten a bit heavier without me even realizing it.
Fortunately, the little boy was completely unaware of his mother's inner thoughts at that moment:
Little fat boy?
If the little devil knew, he'd be crying!
Ye Wanying sat down with her son in her arms. Xiao Jiu had already gone to Ling Jin's side and was still dazed, probably because he had been forcibly woken up. He hadn't even started eating the dumplings in front of him.
"Xiao Jiu, why aren't you eating?" Ling Jin asked.
"Mom, I'm sleepy."
When I'm sleepy, I really don't want to eat anything!
Ling Jin shook her head helplessly, then smiled and said:
"Then don't eat it yet, I'll save it for you and heat it up tomorrow morning."
Xiao Jiu had no objections; anyway, she really couldn't eat anymore.
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