"Come on, eat up," everyone said.
The next second, Lan Xin Ai picked up her chopsticks and devoured the food with gusto: "It's so delicious."
"Mommy's eating in such an unseemly way."
Xi Yuran whispered to Xi Yuran.
"Shh." Xi Yuran put his hand to his mouth: "Your mommy hasn't eaten all day, she's starving."
"Oh."
Xi Yuran nodded, then saw Xi Yuran reaching for shrimps, his eyes lit up: "I want to eat shrimp."
"You have to grab it yourself," Xi Yuran huffed.
Seeing that Xi Yuran was about to finish picking the shrimps, Xi Yuran directly tipped the plate into his own bowl.
Xi Yuran: "..."
This overbearing style, truly inherited from his big brother.
While the uncle and nephew were competing to eat shrimps, over here Xi Yemo was peeling lobsters for Lan Xin Ai: "Eat slowly."
"Thank you, husband." Lan Xin Ai's mouth was bulging from eating, greasy all over.
