"It tastes so good."
"Waahh I thought we were about to miss out on this..."
"I suddenly… miss my mom..."
"..."
On the subject of moms, the atmosphere at the dining table turned down and felt even a little melancholic.
Li Jianyu was confused. "I...You...I...Daddy Shi, how do you comfort them?"
As a middle-aged man, he was okay at coaxing little girls, but he had no experience with young boys.
Shi Sui handed them each a bowl of rice noodles with fish soup without a word.
This terrified the children. One by one, they stood up to receive it with both hands, almost bowing down 90 degrees to Shi Sui on the spot.
Once they had the rice noodles, they did not touch the shrimp dumplings anymore. Quietly, they sucked up their noodles silently and took a sip of warm and fresh fish soup. They looked so obedient it almost made one distressed.
