In the darkness, Han Luoli's gaze flickered, deep and pensive.
Li Wanzi was asking him whether he could attend his painting competition on Sunday afternoon.
"I... will, let's sleep."
Li Wanzi closed her eyes in satisfaction.
The next morning, before Gu Xiaoer was fully awake, her sense of taste awoke first. The faint aroma wafted into her nose, and not fully conscious, she headed downstairs.
Sure enough, the father and son were already seated neatly at the dining table.
"Little Ear, your favorite shrimp dumplings!" Li Wanzi also loved shrimp dumplings, just like her mom.
"Coming, coming!"
Gu Xiaoer shouted excitedly, hurriedly washed up, and in two minutes, quickly sat down in the dining room.
She greeted the big man beside her first, then complained to the smaller one: "You're having a meal without calling me, are you trying to eat alone, you little brat!"
"You're the one who wanted to sleep in a bit longer."
