Thinking about the peril they just encountered, now sitting as a family of five in the dining room eating peacefully makes it feel all the more precious.
Ye Qingci was in an exceptionally good mood today, notably patient, even when Xiao Ah Wan had beef all over the place, she didn't, as usual, pull his ear and recite the lesson about food and hard work.
Even Jian Shichu, stricter than Ye Qingci, said nothing, letting the three do as they pleased.
Ye Qingci had no appetite at all, watching her three precious sons eat, her heart filled with post-crisis relief and fear.
Jian Shichu rubbed her back a few times, serving her some dishes: "Be good, eat a little at least, otherwise if you fall ill, who will take care of the sons?"
Xiao Ahling looked at his mom, picked out his favorite meat from his plate, and placed it in Ye Qingci's plate, "Mom, eat your meal."
