The living room was ablaze with light.
Rong Yan was feeding egg custard to Li Duidui, who sat with a little yellow duck bib around his neck.
"It's a bit hot, eat slowly, and don't burn your tongue. If it's too hot, tell Mommy," she would carefully cool the food with her mouth before feeding it, but still worried it might burn the little guy.
"Um," Li Duidui obediently sat in his child seat, opening his mouth and happily gulping down the beloved egg custard, not at all resembling the five-year-old prodigy who could sit upright and cut steak perfectly with impeccable table manners at his grandmother's house.
He smacked his lips, squinted his eyes in enjoyment after finishing, and didn't forget to sweetly flatter his mom, "Mom, delicious!"
"Pfft," Rong Yan instantly broke into a beaming smile, though she said, "It's just steamed egg custard, where's the difference in taste? It's all the same flavor."
A pair of smiling eyes betrayed her good mood.
