Little An ran to his father's side, propped himself up, and climbed onto the chair beside him. He sat upright.
Fan Zijin asked, "Have you eaten?"
Little An shook his head honestly and said crisply, "Fourth Uncle punished us to face the wall. I haven't had the chance to eat."
Fan Zijin picked up his favorite dishes and said, "Let's eat first. We'll talk after dinner."
Little An picked up his chopsticks and ate obediently. Fan Zijin smiled at him as he picked up food for him.
Little An was very happy as his father rarely spent time alone with him. In his memory, the number of times the two of them interacted like this could be counted on one hand.
Seeing that Little An had a good appetite and his face was rosy, Fan Zijin was also happy. He kept putting food into his bowl and only stopped when Little An shook his head and said that it was enough.
