Just as the mother and child were enjoying their meal immensely, the man who had gone inside actually came back out.
"Daddy~"
Sheng Xi turned his head and called out politely.
But the other two little ones each held a large chicken drumstick, their small eyes blinking at this daddy, yet they said nothing.
Yin Hehe was the same.
In the end, it was Aunt Ke who timely appeared again.
"Xiaohan, quick, serve a bowl of sweet soup for the young master. He hasn't eaten anything tonight."
"... Oh."
Yin Hehe finally got up and filled a bowl with purple rice and taro balls for this man.
"Mr. Sheng, please eat. I had no idea you would come back for dinner tonight, so we only prepared these," she said.
"It's fine."
The man's tone was unexpectedly mild as he pulled out a chair and sat down.
Yin Hehe: "..."
She had said that he couldn't possibly recognize her. Otherwise, she, Yin Hehe, wouldn't have been treated by him with such calm and equanimity.
