"Thank you, Xiaoyan, I'll make one for you too." Momo's words made Xiaoyan grin from ear to ear.
"Mommy has one, Momo has one, what about Daddy and Great-Grandmother?"
As soon as Xi Yemo spoke, Xiaoyan, who was happily making dumplings, was taken aback. He looked at Momo, then at the dumplings in his hand, and bit his lip: "This one is for Great-Grandmother."
"Xiaoyan is so filial." Lan Xin Ai wanted to pat Xiaoyan's head, but seeing her hands covered in flour, she had to give up.
Xiaoyan finished making a dumpling, and when he looked up, he saw Daddy watching him. Silently, he lowered his head again: "This one is for you, Daddy."
"Good boy."
Xi Yemo's thin lips curved slightly.
Lan Xin Ai glanced at the father and son and smiled gently. How adorable they are.
Xiaoyan finally finished another one. Looking at the three plump dumplings on the plate, he blinked his big eyes: "This one is for Mommy, this one is for Daddy, this one is for Great-Grandmother."
