Huangfu Ruo chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes, I remember too. Back then, Brother Zimo treated Xiao Qian like she was a treasure, fearing she would melt if held in his mouth, worried she’d break in his palm. At that time, I was almost envious to death of Xiao Qian..."
The few people reminisced about old stories, one after another.
Leng Zimo just sat there, expressionless, clumsily using his left hand to hold chopsticks and pick up food.
Wondering if the cooking skills of his Luo Xiaoqian had improved?!
"Xiao Qian, quickly serve some food to Zimo!" Shen Yizhou seized the moment to remind.
Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly picked up a shrimp for him, and as she placed it on his plate, Leng Zimo frowned slightly.
How should this act be played?!
Eating would mean he’s accepting Luo Xiaoqian, and clearly, now isn’t the time.
Not eating? Should he throw down his chopsticks and leave, with Luo Jun and Qin Wanwan at the table? He really didn’t want to scare the kids, especially Luo Jun.
Seeing Leng Zimo hesitate, everyone grew a bit uneasy.
At that moment, a small, fair hand reached over from the side, directly taking away the shrimp from his bowl.
It wasn’t anyone else but Luo Jun, who was sitting on the other side of Leng Zimo.
Carefully peeling off the shrimp’s shell, Luo Jun brought the peeled shrimp back to Leng Zimo’s mouth.
These days, spending time with Leng Zimo, the little guy, although not willing to call him dad, would proactively help with whatever was within his ability seeing his right hand wasn’t convenient.
The little one might not understand the adult world, but today, being able to sit together with his mom and dad for a meal was already something happy for him.
"Thank you, Mo Mo!"


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