Little Ah Ling also noticed his mom really likes plum soup and quickly poured another cup for Ye Qingci: "Mom, do you also think it's delicious?"
"Yeah," Ye Qingci took the plum soup handed by her precious son and first offered it to little Ah Ling's lips: "It's sweet and sour, especially tasty. Ling, have some too."
"What's this that's so delicious?" Jian Shichu walked in, smiling.
"Dad, Dad!" Little Ah Ye and little Ah Wan heard Jian Shichu's voice and immediately rushed towards him, just like when welcoming little Ah Ling back.
Jian Shichu embraced the two little rockets, bent down, and kissed each one, then noticed that his neat suit was smudged with cookie crumbs and something oily by his precious sons.
Jian Shichu casually brushed it off, stroked little Ah Wan's cheek, "Baby, look at the way you eat, your face has grown round."
Little Ah Wan's eyes widened, glanced at Jian Shichu, "Hmph," and turned away, running off.
