"Mom, I don’t like Uncle Jia. Why do you keep inviting him over for dinner?" Hairong stuffed his hands in his pockets, pouting and kicking the occasional small stones along the way.
He had already said he didn’t like Uncle Jia and didn’t understand why his mother kept inviting him over for dinner.
Wang Xia rubbed Hairong’s little head affectionately, saying, "Uncle Jia is Dad’s comrade and he helps us a lot. We should be polite to him."
Hairong avoided Wang Xia’s touch, turned his head awkwardly, and said, "I don’t need Uncle Jia’s help. I’m a man, I can handle it myself. I just want Dad."
Wang Xia naturally knew who Hairong ant when he said "Dad", but...
"Dad is busy right now. He’s either training or on a mission. When he has ti, he’ll co see Rong. How about I buy you a new tank at the mall later?"
"I don’t want a new tank, I..."
Hairong’s words stopped abruptly. His big eyes, like black grapes, were staring at the glass window by the roadside. Inside, a man was thoughtfully placing hotpot-cooked food into the bowl of the girl opposite him, a doting smile on his lips.
Wang Xia followed Hairong’s gaze and, as Hairong opened his mouth, she quickly covered it and pulled him to the side.
"Mom, that’s Dad, that really is Dad," Hairong struggled, trying to go and recognize Mu Xingfeng.
Wang Xia held his tiny body tightly, "Rong, I know that’s Dad, but you can’t go over now."
"Why?" Hairong looked at the tall figure behind the glass window from afar, puzzled. Dad clearly wasn’t training and was so close, but why didn’t he co to see him?
Wang Xia sighed, "Rong, Dad is having dinner with that pretty lady right now. If you go over, Dad will be upset."
It was then that Hairong noticed An Ran opposite Mu Xingfeng. Although he was young, he still understood that this Aunt Xiao Ran had a special relationship with Dad.
"What pretty lady? Aunt Xiao Ran is not as pretty as Mom at all. It’s not Dad who will be upset, but Aunt Xiao Ran who will be unhappy if she sees , right?"
Wang Xia didn’t respond. Seeing his mother’s expression, Hairong beca even more certain of his thoughts, "I knew it, that woman ca to steal my dad. Since she appeared, Dad hasn’t called . Several tis when I called, Dad didn’t answer. She must have said sothing to Dad. Mom, don’t worry. I won’t let her steal Dad."
The child clenched his small fists and his eyes widened with anger.
Wang Xia hugged her son tightly, looking at the two people behind the window, her eyes filled with intense emotions: "Son, don’t worry. No one can take Dad away."
An Ran liked eating hotpot, especially enjoying it with Mu Xingfeng.
Every ti she ate hotpot with Mu Xingfeng, she would receive full service.
She enjoyed eating, but wasn’t very ticulous, especially when eating hotpot with Xiao Xiao. The two foodies were so busy grabbing ingredients from the pot that they would only rember to add more when it was nearly empty. When they did add more, they’d add too much at once. As a result, when they resud eating, the food was either undercooked or overcooked, and the texture was always off.
But Mu Xingfeng would serve her by placing cooked food into her bowl while continuing to add new ingredients, ensuring the pot was never empty and that every dish was cooked to perfection.
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