Ye Yubai brought the rich, milky-white stewed pig's trotters to the table, where he saw Ye Zhi already sitting at the baby table, her gaze following the movement of the casserole in his hand.
The boss is such a glutton.
Ye Zhi's delicate little nose twitched as she inhaled the aroma of her mother's braised pig's trotters. "It smells good, it's meaty, I want to eat it."
She slammed her hand on the small table excitedly, shouting, "I must have starved to death in my past life, otherwise why would I crave food every day?"
Ye Yubai thoughtfully ladled a small bowl of his mother's pig's trotter soup for Ye Zhi, along with a few kidney beans and tender stewed pig's trotters. The bowl was Ye Zhi's small bowl.
Looking at the bowl of snow-white and tender pig's trotters in front of her, Ye Zhi's appetite was whetted, and she picked up the chopsticks on the table, ready to help herself.
The chopsticks were specially prepared by Ye Jingyu for Ye Zhi to pick up food for her, but now they have become Ye Zhi's tool for eating pig's trotters on her own.
When Ye Jingyu was drawn to the kitchen by Ye Zhi's voice, he saw Ye Zhi holding up chopsticks with pig's trotters stuck in them, while half of her face was obscured by the pig's trotters.
This is delicious! It's tender, flavorful, and melts in your mouth; you don't even need to use your teeth. I love pig's trotters!
Ye Jingyu: My baby, you only have two teeth at most. Is there a big difference between having teeth that you can use and not having teeth?
Ye Jingyu came to Ye Zhi, who was engrossed in eating pig's trotters, and said softly, "Little sweet bean, let Daddy feed you."
Ye Zhi shook her head, refusing Ye Jingyu's invitation to feed her. Then she took the chopsticks out of the pig's trotters, held the now slightly warm trotters in both hands, and began to eat.
Ye Jingyu respected Ye Zhi's opinion and did not force her to eat. He suggested, "Little Sweetie, did you forget to bring the bib that Grandpa prepared for you? Your clothes will get dirty from eating."
Ye Zhi, engrossed in eating the pig's trotters, clearly finished her meal. She put the trotters back into the bowl, then glanced at her clothes, noticing the oil stains that had splattered onto her white fabric.
Oops, it's dirty.
Ye Zhi raised her little face, which was now smeared with pig's trotter soup, and smiled brightly at Ye Jingyu, her dimples showing again. "Daddy, it's dirty, I won't say anything."
Ye Zhi thoughtfully cut up a ripe watermelon from the space, taking the sweetest part from the middle to bribe Ye Jingyu. A fawning smile appeared on her face as she said, "Watermelon, eat."
Ye Zhi was making her own plans.
With her soul entering the child's body, Ye Zhi's behavior became more and more like a child's, with her joys, sorrows, and anger all displayed on her face. She no longer had the expressionless face she had in the cultivation world and the Xuanmen sect on Blue Star.
Ye Jingyu took the watermelon from Ye Zhi, not minding the taste of pig's trotter soup on it, and took a big bite, praising, "Little Sweet Bean is great, you can even cut a watermelon now. Don't worry, Dad won't tell Grandpa."
At this moment, Song Moshang's voice came from behind Ye Jingyu, "What bad things have you two done behind my back? What haven't you told me?"
Upon hearing Song Moshang's voice, Ye Jingyu stuffed all the watermelon core in his hand into his mouth. His imposing figure blocked the baby dining table and Ye Zhi inside. He took out a spare bib from the cabinet of the table and quickly tied it for Ye Zhi.
When Song Moshang arrived at the battlefield, he saw a heartwarming scene of Ye Jingyu feeding Ye Zhi pig's trotter soup.
However, the oil stains on Ye Zhi's clothes still gave her away. Song Moshang raised an eyebrow and sat down as if he hadn't noticed.
"Sweet Bean is drinking pig's trotter soup. That's great. In this kind of weather, you should drink some soup to keep warm."
The father and daughter exchanged a secret glance, their eyes filled with the same sense of relief.
Ye Zhi took a spoonful of the soup Ye Jingyu handed her and invited Song Moshang to eat with her, "Yes, Grandpa, you eat."
Song Yuanqing, Lu Ke, and Ye Yubai then took their seats.
Ye Zhi called out to them one by one, "Mom, eat; Grandpa Lu, eat; Uncle Bai, eat."
No one knows a daughter better than her mother. Although Song Yuanqing, who had gone to the bathroom before the meal, didn't know what had happened to Ye Zhi before, Ye Zhi's current enthusiasm was too abnormal.
Song Yuanqing's sharp gaze swept back and forth between the slightly unnatural father and daughter, and she quickly noticed the red watermelon juice on Ye Jingyu's lips and the oil stain on Ye Zhi's clothes. She shook her head and smiled helplessly, not intending to expose the father and daughter who were not good at lying.
After eating and drinking his fill, Ye Jingyu carried Ye Zhi, who was also full, to clean up the battlefield. When Ye Zhi left, Ye Jingyu didn't even take off her apron.
Having already discovered the truth, Song Yuanqing and Song Moshang exchanged a silent glance.
Although the six of them didn't go out to fight zombies during the days of heavy snow, they still maintained their daily debriefing meetings.
The meetings were no longer held in the training room, so the group cleared out an empty room to use as a meeting room.
Ye Zhi, feeling refreshed after a shower, was also among them; she never missed a single family debriefing meeting.
Grandpa Song spoke first, “Although we didn’t fight zombies today, I think shoveling snow is also a good way to train our physical strength. Brother Lu, how’s the snow wiper research going?”
As Lu Ke straightened his suit, he answered Old Master Song's question, "It's almost done. We'll start construction tomorrow."
Grandpa Song nodded, "Okay."
Then he continued, "Our Sweet Bean did something big today. She developed a zombie crystal core refining agent, which has a great effect on improving our superpowers. Everyone should drink it and tell us how you felt after drinking it."
"I'll go first. I drank the colorless and transparent crystal core refining agent. It tastes sweet, and I can clearly feel the improvement in my superpowers."
Ye Zhi, who was sitting obediently on the conference table with Ye Jingyu's hand supporting her, raised her hand. She had something to say. Grandpa Song smiled and glanced at Ye Zhi, who looked like a little adult. "Sweet Bean, what do you want to say?"
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