Our son is overly protective of his food.
It was obvious since he was little.
"Hanhan, you eat yours. I'll take care of Little Huzi for you." Yun Hao looked at Little Huzi sternly: kiddo, your mom is the only girl in our family. If you dare to bother your mom, you'll get your just desserts.
But Little Huzi, gnawing on a chicken leg, wasn't aware of the chill emanating from Yun Hao's silent stare!
"Sure." Meng Yunhan nodded softly.
Seeing father and son getting along so well softened her heart.
When he got a bit older, they would be even more endearing.
After dinner, Yun Hao separated from Little Huzi.
"Dad, you should sleep with Little Huzi tonight." Yun Hao suggested subtly, keeping a straight face.
Old Zhao agreed with a nod, "Alright, I'll sleep with Little Huzi."
A thought suddenly crossed Yun Hao's mind- had Little Huzi been weaned? If not, what if he woke up in the middle of the night hungry?
Wouldn't that disturb his wife?
