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Halfway through the pile, the faint aroma of food wafted through the air. The young and old couldn't help but put down the blocks in their hands and look towards the dining table at the same time.

At this moment, Ji An'an, wearing an apron, was walking out with a bowl and chopsticks in her hand.

She intended to call the two out for dinner, but when she turned her head, she met two pairs of glowing eyes.

She laughed. "Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

With that, the two of them immediately rushed to the bathroom.

However, Shuibao ran into a problem when he arrived at the washroom.

The sink was too high for him to reach.

Teng Yiyang was standing behind his son. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but think of the bathroom in the restaurant. Shuibao also encountered the same problem.

At this moment, he was especially thankful for their fated meeting. Before he knew Shuibao's identity, they had met in advance.

No wonder he liked Shuibao so much.

It turned out to be because of the same blood flowing between them.

"Do you need my help?"

This voice came from behind Shuibao. He turned around and immediately nodded as he opened his arms.

Seeing his son acting so obediently with dependence in his eyes, Teng Yiyang glanced at the small stool in the corner, and finally chose to ignore him.

He bent down and picked up his son. Then he walked him to the sink and turned on the tap.

Shuibao's hands were white and fat, he had more than enough to hold both his little hands with one hand.

When this short hand flipped in his palm, he didn't even dare to use force to scrub it. He was afraid that if he didn't master his strength properly, he would injure it.

Thus, this wash lasted for a long time.

Washing his hands was something that Shuibao had done on his own. He felt very happy to have his father help him wash his hands today, even though it took him two to three times more time than usual.

After washing up, he put Shuibao down on the ground.

Teng Yiyang wanted to wash the foam off his hands, but he heard, "Beautiful uncle, I'll help you wash it later."

He turned his head and saw Shuibao pull out a small chair, stepped on it and stood beside him.

He was stunned by Shuibao's actions. Before he could react, the soft hand pulled his hand towards the tap.

"Mommy said, people have to help each other, without any proper way to get it, we have to give it back when we don't have to."

Shuibao said seriously as he rubbed his fingers.

"So when Uncle washed Shuibao's hands, Shuibao had to do the same for Uncle."

With that, Shuibao looked up and revealed a bright smile.

Teng Yiyang was stunned by her smile. He felt tears welling up in his eyes as he watched his son seriously rub his fingers.

He lowered his head and replied, "You did well."

Your mommy taught you well.

Ji An'an waited for a long time, but neither of them came out. Feeling that something was amiss, she took off her apron and walked to the door of the washroom.

The scene of the two of them nestling together and washing their hands came into view.

She watched him for a while, then silently walked away.

When the two of them came out, the table was already filled with rice and chopsticks, while Ji An'an sat beside them, scooping up the soup.

Teng Yiyang was a bit dazed, as if he had gone back to the past. She had prepared a meal and was waiting for him to eat it.

Shuibao ran to Mommy's side as usual, then sat down on a nearby chair.

Then he turned around and urged the dazed people, "Beautiful uncle, hurry and sit down to eat!"

Teng Yiyang came back to his senses and walked forward with a smile.

However, the problem in front of him right now was that he couldn't talk to her properly if he was sitting next to Shuibao, but he also couldn't talk to Shuibao properly if he was sitting next to her.

In the end, he chose to sit in front of them.

Ji An'an didn't know what he was thinking, but she placed all her focus on her son.

She put the soup by her son's hand and prepared to eat.

Teng Yiyang waited for a long time for his soup, "What about mine?"

Ji An'an raised her head in puzzlement and looked at Shuibao and the soup in front of her. Ji An'an looked at Shuibao and the soup in confusion and looked at Shuibao and looked at Ji An'an in confusion and looked at Shuibao and looked at Shuibao in confusion and looked at Shuibao.

She knew that this person would open the dyeing room if she showed him some color, so she decided to ignore him.

Shuibao was aware of the undercurrent between the two of them. When he heard that Daddy had no soup, he immediately pushed his soup over.

"Beautiful uncle, I'll give you mine to drink."

Teng Yiyang looked at the soup and then looked at his son, feeling very touched.

Then he gave Ji An'an a provocative look.

See, my son will love me.

Ji An'an really wanted to roll her eyes at this moment, but her son was present, so she couldn't give an example.

She took a fresh bowl of soup for her son.

In Teng Yiyang's eyes, he had won this match.

During dinner, he noticed something he hadn't noticed the last time.

Shuibao would wait for the adults to start eating before stretching out his chopsticks and picking up the dishes. During the meal, it was very quiet and no one would make a sound.

Seeing Ji An'an in front of him, he lowered his head to ask his son. His facial expression was gentle, his fingers carelessly brushed against his cheek and tucked the shattered hair behind his ear. Suddenly, he recalled what his son had said in the washroom.

He had misunderstood her earlier, but she had actually taught her son well.

When he wasn't beside the two of them.

This fact caused him to feel slightly disappointed in his heart.

Their lives didn't need him, or whether they had him or not, it made no difference, because they could all live well.

Ji An'an noticed that the man seemed to have quieted down, his head lowered as he ate in silence.0

She was already used to it. Today, he had been talking nonstop, but now he had suddenly quieted down. This really made her uncomfortable.

Shuibao also noticed it. The mother and son looked at each other and were confused.

Although she knew this person was unworthy of sympathy, Ji An'an still signaled to Shuibao when she thought about what she saw outside the washroom.

Shuibao understood tacitly. He picked up a piece of chicken willow and put it into Daddy's bowl.

When Daddy looked up, he smiled and said to him, "Uncle, you have to eat more. The food that mom cooks is very delicious."

He looked at the extra dishes in the bowl and heard his son's words. He couldn't help but cover his eyes and rub it hard, trying to calm his heart down and make his voice sound normal, "Thank you, Shuibao. You have to eat more too."

Shuibao nodded heavily and looked at him expectantly.

When Teng Yiyang recovered from his earlier mood, he saw Shuibao's gaze.

He immediately reacted, his heart lighting up as he picked up a pair of chopsticks and placed it into his son's bowl. He smiled, "You give your uncle food, your uncle should also give you food. You have to eat more when you grow up."

"Thank you, uncle." Shuibao continued to eat with satisfaction.

Shuibao immediately comforted him with a snack. Ji An'an felt that this guy was really going back to his old days.

She shook her head and prepared to eat, but there was an extra dish in her bowl.

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