"Oh, no. He's not fussy over what he eats. He is a person who doesn't talk or smile much!" She paused before continuing wryly. "Look at the wonderful spread you've prepared for us, Sister Li; you've cooked a lot! It'll be a pity if we can't finish this food!"
She glared at Mu Yazhe after talking.
The man smiled and said, "Sister Li, don't fuss over us anymore; let the children eat their food now! I was distracted just then, so don't take it to heart."
With that, he picked up his chopsticks and passed a drumstick to each of their host's two kids, followed by placing a few slices of chicken meat into his family's bowls.
Li Ru was startled by his term of endearment. She turned anxious when she saw that both drumsticks were given to her children. Kneading the hemline tightly in her hands, she asked, "Sir, shouldn't your son have a drumstick, too?!"
