The long dining table covered with a white tablecloth had already been filled with a variety of dishes.
Huo Jingshen, who doesn't talk much to begin with, didn't know what to say. Even Fu Ziyang, who usually is a chatterbox, was also quiet for a change.
The little guy was incredibly composed and his eating manners were very elegant. Even though it was just a simple home-cooked meal, he ate it with a feeling of enjoying a royal banquet, just like Huo Jingshen.
After he finished eating, he put down his bowl and chopsticks. His bowl was clean, not a grain of rice was left. His manners were impeccable.
"Uncle Huo, I'm full. I'll go do my homework now."
"Mmm."
When Fu Ziyang really started doing his homework, Su Wanwan couldn't help asking, "Are you sure he is not your son?"
He really looked a lot like Huo Jingshen!
Even though children's faces are chubby and their features are beautiful but not fully developed, she still felt an uncanny similarity between the two.
