Thinking of this, his heart stirred, and he came up with a somewhat absurd idea, "Who is Su Zixi to you?"
Xiaobao was still listing his favorite foods when he suddenly heard this question and looked up in confusion, "Huh?"
What had Daddy just said? Su Zixi... was that Mommy?
He blinked in puzzlement.
Seeing his genuinely baffled expression, He Jingyao couldn't help but laugh at himself with self-deprecation.
What was he thinking?
"It's nothing, hurry up and eat your dinner." As he spoke, Xiaobao's favorite shrimp dumplings and century egg and lean meat porridge had arrived, and He Jingyao reminded him indifferently.
The little guy immediately put his earlier confusion behind him and ate happily.
After dinner, He Jingyao was ready to return to his room, and the little one hopped off his chair, following closely behind him.
He Jingyao paused his steps and turned to look at him, "Let Uncle Li take you to wash up."
