Tang Jin grew up to be quite the looker.
Despite being a little baldy, his features were well-defined, his skin was fair with a hint of pink, and his eyes were especially striking – both large, round, and a deep, uniform black not tinted with any reddish-brown.
When he stared straight at someone like that, there was an overwhelming sense of innocent obedience about him.
His little milky voice was also very pleasant to listen to.
Even though Fan Xun had eaten something before he came, he found himself nodding subconsciously at those eyes.
So those bright, dazzling eyes lit up.
"We had an activity in kindergarten today. I made dumplings, with fried rice stuffing. Brother, would you like to try some?"
Even though Little Bun was already full, it didn't stop Little Bun from peddling the dumplings to others.
Zhang Zhi had already been mentally prepared for this dumpling filling and had even quietly sampled it with Old Master Tang just moments before.
