Song Niaoniao said, "We've already started eating, take your time."
"Okay."
After hanging up, she laughed and said, "Yaoyao said she'll be here soon, but I estimate it'll take at least an hour."
Duan Fei tucked a napkin into Little Rong Zidu's collar and rolled up his sleeves.
When the waiter started bringing the dishes one by one, she helped put some food into her son's small bowl, then used chopsticks to make smaller pieces, "Eat slowly."
Rong Zidu reached out, took a pair of chopsticks, and started eating.
Song Niaoniao watched his clumsy actions and said, "Can't you give him a spoon to eat with?"
Duan Fei shook her head, "Even if you give it to him, he won't want it. Don't believe me? Try it."
Song Niaoniao immediately handed over a spoon, "Dudu, how about eating with a spoon?"
Rong Zidu shook his little head vigorously, "No!"
"See?"
Song Niaoniao asked, "What's going on?"
"Maybe he's been influenced by Baby."
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