Shi Beiyu instantly turned speechless. As he looked at Mu Siyin's googly eyes staring at him, his heart softened like water.
He smiled as he lifted a hand to caress her waterfall-like black hair. He said adoringly, "Be good. I'll go and see if there's anything to eat."
Mu Siyin immediately grinned. "Okay!"
Uncle Zhong had just gotten the servants to clear the table when he saw Shi Beiyu walking down the stairs.
"Eh? What are you doing downstairs again, Little Beibei?"
"I think it's better to let Yinyin eat some stuff."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhong rolled his eyes. "Look at you! I've already told you to let little Siyin eat something, but you won't listen to me!"
Shi Beiyu laughed helplessly. "You're right, Uncle Zhong. Can you get the kitchen to heat up the dishes?"
"Sure, sure. Wait for a while."
"Okay."
