As she was slicing the steak, Gong Ruini occasionally looked at her children, though most of the time Zhao Guangran and Dai Limin were the ones taking care of them, which was quite good.
"Not bad, you're pretty good at looking after the kids." Gong Ruini originally thought that Zhao Guangran's enthusiasm was just a temporary thing, and that it would be impossible for him to always look after Pingping.
Unexpectedly, he took care of them in such a proper manner; if not for knowing that Zhao Guangran had no children, one would think he had already become a father.
"Tasty." Pingping said as he ate the steak Zhao Guangran had cut for him, slowly stuffing it into his mouth with a fork.
Despite already being familiar with how Pingping ate, Zhao Guangran couldn't help but praise, "No wonder he's my nephew."
"His eating actions are truly elegant."
In Zhao Guangran's eyes, his nephew was a talent, no child was better than Pingping.
