"No worries, you should eat more too." Shen Xinglan said gently, finding it intriguing to be addressed as an aunt by a woman older than herself.
"Yes, eat more, only then will you have the energy to play." Huo Huaibei added two or three steamed buns to her bowl.
Although he loved food, whenever he found something delicious, he never forgot his wife.
If his wife was by his side, he would recommend it to her; if she wasn't, he would pack it for her.
Even though his wife didn't have a craving for food, she would always be delighted to taste delicious dishes.
"I can eat by myself, you just mind your own food." Song Wei responded helplessly. She was touched by him again, which was annoying!
"You all should eat more." Shen Xinglan's impression of Huo Huaibei deepened. He could be recognized as a foodie, but he was also caring to his wife. Whenever he found delicious food, he shared it with his wife, thus it was worth establishing a deep friendship with such a person.
