"Okay, I got it, let's serve dinner." Xiao Ying nodded, his face breaking into a gentle smile.
He thought his little wife was still too young, not knowing how to entertain guests, only chatting and playing with Ye Qingci, showing off their precious baby boy, forgetting to instruct the kitchen to warmly welcome guests.
Actually, he was overthinking it.
Although Han Miaoyu was still young and overly protected by her family, making her somewhat innocent and naive.
But, after all, she was Miss Han from the Han Family, well-mannered, and surely had learned these worldly etiquette at home.
He felt particularly joyful and content, walking to the living room, and taking advantage of Ye Qingci not noticing, he kissed her rosy cheek, "Miaomiao is so great, helping me entertain guests."
"Entertain? What guests?" Han Miaoyu caught his familiar and pleasant scent, her body softened, nestling in his arms, blinking her eyes and looking at him puzzled.
