After dinner, Daniel Cooper personally cut two plates of fruit and brought them out: a delicate crystal tray holding neatly cut strawberries and sweet oranges, which were very appetizing.
He placed the large plate on the coffee table, holding the small plate with a fruit fork, feeding his son one bite at a time.
Amelia reminded him, "Let Carl eat by himself. You're spoiling him this way, and he'll have no self-reliance in the future."
Daniel squatted in front of the sofa, his thin lips curving into a smile, "He's still young, and it's too early to train him to be self-reliant. No rush."
From the child's birth until now, he hadn't been able to take care of him personally. Now that he had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to indulge in being a doting dad.
Albert Foster looked at the two of them for a while, finally unable to resist asking, "Daniel, after bringing the three of us here, do you really plan to just let us stay like this?"
