"Hello, Uncle." Mu Chen bent slightly at the waist, politely saying, "I'm Mu Chen."
Quan Jingwu responded in a flat tone, "Sit down."
"Mu Chen, eat whatever you want to eat, don't be shy. Just make yourself at home," Jian Qing said as she handed him a bowl of soup.
Mu Chen quickly stood up, taking it with both hands, "Thank you, Auntie, I can get it myself."
"Mommy, I want some too," Shanshan cooed.
The next second, Mu Chen directly placed his own bowl in front of Shanshan, "Here you go, Shanshan. It's not hot anymore, you can drink it now."
Shanshan's eyes curved into a smile, revealing shallow dimples, "Mu Chen, you're the best."
Quan Jingwu's brows furrowed, and his deep gaze swept over Mu Chen unintentionally. Seeing him picking out bones from the fish for Shanshan, his frown deepened.
Buttering up, definitely up to no good.
"Xiaojing, eat up," Jian Qing lifted her eyes to see her husband gazing at Mu Chen, a hint of a helpless smile flickering in her eyes.
