At this moment, Lu Tianjun and Guan Cheng entered one after the other. The former was holding a bowl of dumplings, the latter a bowl of porridge, both bowls steaming and releasing an appetizing aroma.
Lu's father called out, "Brother Song, let's eat first. We can discuss the child's situation after the meal."
This time, Old Song didn't decline. He took the chopsticks handed over by Feng Qingxue, ate a dumpling, and fed Gangzi with a spoon of porridge.
Who knows whether Gangzi hadn't seen dumplings before or hadn't eaten them before, but all his attention was on the savory and sticky white porridge. He didn't even give a glance to the dumplings. He sipped the porridge, smacking his lips delightfully.
