"Okay, thank you, Uncle Yi Kun."
The little baby immediately thanked him, watching Leng Yikun wrap two rose cakes in lotus leaves and hand them over. He hurriedly wanted to take them.
But a hand was faster than his; Qian Jiyun had already taken the rose cakes in his own hand.
"Dad, weren't you not hungry?"
The little baby was anxious; these were the rose cakes he wanted to eat.
Even if Dad was hungry and wanted to eat, he should only take one. Why take both?
He was his dad's son, his own flesh and blood, and he didn't even leave one for him?
"I'm not hungry, but the cakes are too hot. I'll feed you," Qian Jiyun said, looking down at his son.
The freshly steamed cakes, and the little baby wanted to reach out and take them. Why not just fly? Wait until his hands get blisters, then complain to his mom.
"You guys eat too; I'll feed this little guy."
"Oh, okay."
Leng Yikun touched his nose. He had wanted to hold the little baby and feed him.
