A table of dishes was completely devoured. Not only did Master Liu eat without elegance until he was full, but even the young master ate more than half a bowl of rice. Excited, Master Liu ate a few more bites.
"Burp." Master Liu let out a satisfied belch: "So delicious."
Especially seeing his grandson eating more in this meal than he would in a whole day at home, and showing no signs of discomfort, he was even more delighted, his eyes almost turned into slits from smiling.
An idea gradually formed in his mind.
"Xiao Ze ate too little, are you full?" Second Aunt was a bit worried. This child was about the same age as their own Yu'er, yet ate less than Xiao Mi.
After a meal, the relationship grew closer, and Master Liu told Jiang Hu and Second Aunt not to be formal, to call him Xiao Ze directly.
Neither of them was the pretentious type, and since Master Liu suggested it, Liu Ze had no objections and was called by name.
