This evening, it was rare for both Huoda and Xiaowei to be around, and Xia Weiyi suddenly had the urge to showcase her cooking skills personally, so the whole family of six gathered around the table with expressions as if they were heading to a bitterly reluctant punishment.
"Xixi, you can't eat so many snacks before the meal." Wen Zao gently pulled the slice of beef from Little Xixi's mouth.
At this moment, the servant served six bowls of soup, placing them in front of them. Little Xixi looked at the soup in her bowl, with unknown leaves floating on top, and tugged Wen Zao's arm, blinking her eyes.
"Brother, can we discuss something?"
"What's up?" Wen Zao felt his eyelid twitch involuntarily.
Then Little Xixi pushed the soup in front of her over to Wen Zao's side: "Brother, help me finish it."
"..." Wen Zao.
