She sat down, picked up her bowl, and began to eat by herself.
"Brother," Tang Zhijun really felt that this kid was not as fun as she grew older.
"You see other people's children, they need adults to take care of this and that, isn't our Xinxin growing up too fast, so much so that I don't even have the slightest sense of accomplishment as an uncle?"
This very young girl could arrange everything and could deliver their meals and water, and in the field, except for the heavy tasks, there's nothing that she couldn't handle. What kind of child is this?
Being too sensible is not good either. Doesn't that deprive him, as her uncle, of any parental feelings?
"Uncle, have your own child, then you'll feel accomplished," Tang Yuxin picked up a white steamed bun, tore off a piece, and stuffed it into her mouth.
Tang Zhinian lifted his face, squinted his eyes and stared at his brother.
"Zhijun!"
He called out Tang Zhijun's name, indicating that he had something to say.
