Soon, the little fatty stopped crying. He was holding a big bowl in his arms, and there was still a pile of fruits in the bowl. The little fatty grabbed it with his little finger and stuffed it into his little mouth, of course, he also held the small bowl in his arms tightly so that the heartless sister would not steal his fruits again.
Lu Yi heated the fried rice in the pot for a while and then took it out for Yan Huan to eat.
Yan Huan was really hungry. He took the chopsticks and started eating.
Lu Yi’s culinary skills had improved slightly over the past few years. The dishes he cooked were quite delicious.
As for Yan Huan eating his own food, even the little fatty did not care
The little fatty was the little weed in the Zhou family. Ever since he was young, his father did not dote on his sister and did not love him. However, it was all thanks to ye Rong’s biological mother that he grew so fat.
“How is my grandmother?”
