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Huo Yingjun and Jiang Lifang were chatting merrily, while Zhao Huanhuan and He Tiantian whispered to each other on the side.
When Huo Yingjie got off work and came back, the kids playing in the yard ran toward their Dad, asking for hugs—he couldn't help but be lively and adorable.
As a father, faced with his children's enthusiasm, he couldn't show any signs of disliking it, but instead had to hold one child on each side and join in the play.
The meals had been good lately, so the kids had put on some weight.
"Big brother, sister-in-law, you're both here too," Huo Yingjie said. "Just in time—I bought some roast duck. I'll cook a few dishes, and we can have a nice drink tonight."
"That won't do, we still have to ride our bikes back; we can't drink," Huo Yingjun waved his hand firmly, declining to drink.
