Xia Youbiao was instantly overwhelmed with mixed emotions after hearing just one sentence.
He picked up a plump dumpling and chewed it a few times. Bo Yan's filling was seasoned quite well, and the dumpling wrapper had a nice firmness to it. The dumplings Xia Siyu had made were round and plump; they were indeed delicious.
Chewing slowly, Xia Youbiao nodded after a long while. "It's very good."
He glanced at Xia Siyu again. Xia Siyu's face was expressionless, but her pace of eating was far from her usual foodie speed. It was obvious her feelings were in turmoil.
Bo Yan also noticed it. Earlier, he had made the decision for her by inviting her father upstairs. Although Xia Siyu appeared outwardly at odds with Xia Youbiao, deep down she still missed her dad. However, when the matter touched on her mom, Bo Yan refrained from saying too much.
He picked up another dumpling and placed it in Xia Siyu's bowl. "Don't keep eating just one flavor. Try this one—I think it's better."
