Thinking about it now, Zoila laughed at herself.
After all, his pride had delayed his ambition.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll take you out?" Although Frank's mother and Monique hated him.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to hate this child.
Zoila wrapped her arms around Frank and let him sit steadily on her lap.
Hearing Zoila's words, Frank shook his head as if he didn't understand. Then he pointed to his belly and looked at her. "I'm... hungry..."
Little Frank could speak a bit later than most children. Although there were many things that he couldn't explain clearly, he could still express himself correctly.
"Little fellow, are you hungry? Can I take you to buy something to eat?"
Zoila restarted the car and brought Frank to a shopping mall.
She found a children's restaurant and ordered a meal set for Frank fitted to his age.
When the children's meals were served, Zoila pushed the rice to him.
Only when Frank sat on the baby chair could he barely reach the table.
When he was at home, he was always served food by the waiters and Mrs. Lee.
This was the first time that Frank had eaten on his own.
His waved his little hands, and the soup in the spoon was finally sent to his mouth.
After going back and forth a few times, he finally grasped the skill.
He had finally learned a new skill. Frank happily raised the spoon to Zoila's mouth.
"M-Grandma... eat." Frank didn't know how to address her aunt-in-law.
He followed Little Nomi to call her Mrs. Lee every day at home, so the word "Grandma" was more convenient for her.
Zoila looked at his dirty hands and naturally wouldn't eat the soup in his hands.
However, when she was stared at by such a clear and innocent look, Zoila sighed.
She picked up a tissue from the table and wiped the corner of Frank's mouth clean. Then, she picked up the bowl and personally fed him dinner.
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