Old Madam Ouyang's eyes suddenly became sharp, and she regained the vigor she had when she was the mistress of the house.
Aunt Mei, who was standing there serving food to Old Madam Ouyang, noticed her wife's eyes had changed, and knew that she had gotten over the grief of losing her son, and her expression also turned cold.
They will not let anyone who harms her young master go.
“This sweet and sour pork is delicious.”
Foodie Song Chi covered his mouth with his hands while chewing, and picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin to feed Lu Yanchen.
After eating the sweet and sour pork, Lu Yanchen poured a glass of juice and placed it next to Song Chi.
After pouring Song Chi's cup, he also poured a cup for Old Lady Ouyang and Aunt Mei and placed it in front of them.
The two old men immediately put away the coldness on their faces and looked at Lu Yanchen and Song Chi with loving eyes.
"This is sour and sweet and very appetizing. Grandma, you should try it too."
Song Chi put the sweet and sour pork tenderloin into Old Lady Ouyang's bowl.
"Okay, grandma, I'll try it now."
Old Mrs. Ouyang smiled with her eyes narrowed. Perhaps because she loved Song Chi so much, the look she gave Song Chi was filled with pity.
"This crispy pork is delicious too."
After Song Chi finished speaking, he picked up two more pieces of crispy meat for Old Lady Ouyang.
Old Mrs. Ouyang smiled unconsciously and slowly relaxed.
"Grandma, you're too thin. You need to eat more meat. If you don't get enough nutrition, your immunity will drop!"
Song Chi kept picking up meat for Old Lady Ouyang, filling up her bowl.
"Oh, that's enough, grandma can't eat so much." Old Mrs. Ouyang hurriedly stopped her.
Aunt Mei, who was standing aside, kept laughing. It was the first time she saw the lady so flustered.
"Ah, that's enough? But it's just a few pieces of meat!"
Song Chi scratched his face. He felt that Old Mrs. Ouyang was too thin and should eat more.
"That's enough. Grandma is old and her appetite is not as good as you young people."
"Okay then! Grandma, tell me what you want to eat and I'll get it for you." Song Chi said with a cute smile.
"Okay, okay."
Old Mrs. Ouyang responded while protecting her bowl with her hands.
Song Chi blinked in confusion. What did grandma mean by protecting the bowl?
Lu Yanchen fed Song Chi some shrimp and whispered to him, "It's hard for the old man to digest too much meat."
"Oh yes! I forgot."
Song Chi finally reacted.
"It's okay, grandma won't be angry."
Lu Yanchen continued to feed Song Chi, and Song Chi opened his mouth to eat, and entered the mode of Lu Yanchen feeding him and him being responsible for eating.
"I want to eat that."
Song Chi, who was chewing with his hands covering his mouth, pointed at the smashed cucumber on the glass turntable.
"good."
Lu Yanchen turned the turntable slightly, picked up a cucumber and fed it to Song Chi.
Song Chi took his hands away and opened his mouth. His little face with long eyelashes was pink and chubby, looking extremely cute.
Lu Yanchen's mouth corners rose unconsciously, and he fed Song Chi a small piece of smashed cucumber to help him relieve the greasiness.
"This smashed cucumber is so tasty! It's sour and spicy, crispy and refreshing."
Lu Yanchen tasted it himself and found it was true.
"I want to eat meat. That meat is delicious."
Song Chi pointed at the little crispy meat and spoke in a soft and sweet voice. Not only did Lu Yanchen have no resistance, but even Old Lady Ouyang and Aunt Mei had no resistance. They stared at Lu Yanchen without blinking as he fed Song Chi.
At first, they didn't quite understand this kind of relationship, but now it seems that they are no different from ordinary couples. After all, who can resist a boy as cute as Song Chi.
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