Half an hour later, the guests arrived.
Baby Shen entered shouting, "Daddy, we're back! What delicious food have you made?"
Clearly, the little guy was very happy today, almost breaking character from his usual aloofness.
Bo Yanchen squinted his eyes as he walked out of the kitchen. He wore a dark blue round-neck home outfit, tied with an apron—tall, striking, and warm.
"I've prepared a seafood feast and a few other dishes to go with the rice."
His eyes drifted to Tang Nuanning. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, but he wasn't deliberately distant from her today and nodded as a greeting.
His gaze fell on the three little ones. "Hello, welcome to my home."
The three little ones politely nodded back.
Tang Nuanning saw he didn't recognize Little Eldest and Little Second, and her anxiety eased.
When she looked down and saw four pairs of neatly placed children's slippers at the entrance, she was slightly moved.
