Lian Xinying chose food suitable for children for him.
Nothing too spicy, too sweet, or too salty.
Because the child is too young to choose for himself, he might pick something not suitable for his age, but Lian Xinying has to supervise.
Yan Ye stood not far from the mother and son, watching them.
Only when he's by Lian Xinying's side is Xiaocheng unusually well-behaved.
Yan Ye knows Xiaocheng is worried about losing his mom again, and Xiaocheng isn't worried at all about losing his dad.
In Xiaocheng's memory, he never lost his dad.
Because he never lost him, he doesn't know to cherish him.
Yan Ye can understand this.
"Yan Ye, if you want to go over and be with Xiaocheng, just go," Cheng Zhi said considerately, noticing Yan Ye's gaze fixed on the mother and son.
Yan Ye shook his head and walked away.
As soon as Yan Ye walked away, Cheng Zhi immediately followed.
Holding the son continuously just now was actually not very convenient.
