Zhao Guangran was stunned to see Pingping's trembling little hand pick up the roast meat and stuff it into his mouth.
"He, he..."
"He washed his hands," Zhao Xuran was truly calm.
Back when they knew they'd washed their hands, he saw it with his own eyes. When they heard it was mealtime, these two kids got particularly excited and insisted on washing their hands.
Whether other people's kids are this clever, Zhao Guangran didn't know, but he could certainly see that his own two kids were quite smart. But there probably weren't many who were smarter than them.
Zhao Guangran finally understood why his own parents were so totally biased, ignoring even the twins, and certainly ignoring their prideful Zhao Xuran.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch Pingping's head, "Good job."
He truly was his nephew, so strong and impressive, not even one year old yet, and already booted the twins who had hogged affection for years.
