Ah-Yao was carried by his father. He cried out a few times, but his father didn't seem to hand him over to Han Qiao.
After his mother got up to wash her face and hands, he quieted down.
Content to just playing with his father's fingers.
He pulled it and was about to put it into his mouth to bite when Heng Yi stopped him
"Father's hands are dirty. If you bite them, your stomach will hurt."
Ah-Yao was stunned.
He put down Heng Yi's hand.
Coincidentally, the egg custard was ready. His eyes were sparkling when he noticed the food and shouted for the egg custard.
Heng Yi took the soup from Pucao's hands, scooped it up with a spoon, and fed it to him.
"Is it good?"
Ah-Yao nodded hard, opening his mouth and showing off his little white teeth.
One bite after another, he ate happily.
"What a little gluttonous cat."