Jiayi kissed her son on the forehead, "You little glutton, mommy will bring it in for you to eat."
As soon as Jiayi left, Zaizai followed a few steps and then crouched at the corner wall between the living room and the maid's room, catching sight of the man in the living room.
Bad uncle also got up so early.
Carrying the noodles over, Jiayi saw her son come out and was about to lead him to the maid's room when Zaizai's chubby hand pointed out, "I want to eat at the table, mommy and grandma said that it's polite to eat at the table and that eating in the bedroom is disrespectful to others."
"But that's not okay," Jiayi hurriedly said. "It's like that in our own home, but this is someone else's house."
Zaizai still clutched Jiayi's hand, turned around to head back to the room, just when a man's voice came from the dining table:
"Let him come over and eat."
Zaizai cheered and ran to the dining table with his little bowl, struggling with his short legs to climb onto the chair.
