"Ni Zi, this meat is delicious, have some more."
"Ni Zi, this fish doesn't taste fishy, have some more."
Zhao Guangran was eagerly serving dishes to Gong Ruini. Wherever Gong Ruini's eyes landed, he would immediately pick that dish for her, taking care of her really well.
Those in the know watching Zhao Guangran take such good care of Gong Ruini were quite amused.
Only a few men sitting in different vehicles, escorting, didn't understand what was happening, looking utterly confused.
Zhao Gang looked at his youngest son being so attentive to Gong Ruini, feeling quite pleased. He thought, as expected of his son, to know how to flatter a girl at such a young age.
In Zhao Gang's view, you should take good care of a girl to move her heart.
Gong Ruini was a girl Zhao Gang had always been satisfied with — clever and understanding, constantly coming up with ways to make money. She was a girl he'd watched grow up.
