The dinner was very sumptuous, full of nutritious and scrumptious dishes.
Everyone gathered around the table, Xiao Shumiao was as ecstatic as if he'd been injected with vitality, his small hands were restlessly busy serving dishes to Gu Junzhu, Ye Xingbei and Lingyue.
His face beamed relentlessly throughout the meal. He chatted away merrily while eating, appearing as delighted as if he could take flight.
When he was abroad, he always acted like a grown-up… no, more like a mature toddler.
Many people who met him commented that he behaved like a little adult.
Everyone envied Ye Xingbei because her child was so sensible.
But only Ye Xingbei knew, she never wanted her child to become mature too early.
Just like now, acting like any ordinary child, incessantly chattering and giggling, growing up in the sheer joy of childhood, was the best condition a child could be in.
After dinner, two adults and a child sat on the sofa playing group combat games.
