When Aunt Tong brought the spoon over, Beichen Rui turned his face away darkly, unwilling to use it.
Ye Xinluo reached out to take it, adding some vegetables and meat to his bowl, mixing it with rice, then scooping a spoonful to bring to his mouth. Just as he was about to open his mouth to eat, he heard Jingxi's teasing voice.
"Daddy, I could eat by myself when I was two years old."
Rui shut his mouth, unwilling to eat.
Ye Xinluo: "..."
She turned her head to give her son, who was enjoying the spectacle, an unamused glance, "Don't listen to Jingxi."
Beichen Rui let out a cold snort, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
At this moment, Jingxi picked up a piece of braised pork, stretched out his arm to offer it to his mouth, and Beichen Rui glanced at it, opening his mouth ready to eat.
