Ye Xiaobao finally brightened up, "Really? That's great, Uncle, don't worry, Xiaobao will definitely complete the task well."
Ou Mucen: "..."
What had he just said?
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The pair, one tall and one small, left the hospital. Ou Mucen took him directly to the restaurant. Once there, he had intended to order some main dishes for him, but remembering that he had said he liked roasted chicken wings the last time, he ended up ordering those instead, and then watched him eat heartily across the table.
"Didn't you have lunch? You're so hungry?"
"I did, but we have lunch at 11 at the nursery, and then a snack at three in the afternoon. The teacher said children should eat less and more often, it's easier to digest."
Little Baozi, with both hands clutching a chicken wing and his mouth full of delicious food, explained to him in his milky voice.
