"Shut up!" Beitang Yao coldly threw out a harsh remark, "Such an ill-mannered brat, hasn’t anyone taught you to be silent while eating and sleeping?" Not only had he been defeated by Qiao Zhenyu, but he’d also been thwarted by a little brat! Such a tale would make him lose face!
Mario dropped his knife and fork, covered his little mouth with both hands, and stared at the furious Beitang Yao, obediently keeping quiet.
But his eyes suddenly shifted, as if he’d thought of sothing, then he turned to Uncle Quan and asked, "Grandpa, you haven’t told baby the bad news yet."
"Haha..." Uncle Quan, with a towel draped over his arm, frowned at Mario and said, "Mario is so clever, surely you can figure out what grandpa’s bad news is?"
Mario imdiately fell into thought, then shook his head and honestly said, "Mario is sick, can’t guess. Grandpa, please hurry and disclose the riddle."
"Hmm, Mario guessed a bit right, keep trying and you’ll figure it out soon." Uncle Quan chuckled, teasing Mario.
"Oh?" Mario’s eyes brightened, encouraged by Uncle Quan’s praise, he continued to ponder, "Could it be related to baby? ...I really don’t know, grandpa please tell baby."
"If you don’t listen and take your dicine, your sister will be angry, wouldn’t that be bad news?" Uncle Quan smiled helplessly, this child truly liked Xia Qingqian from the depths of his heart; it was such a beautiful sentint.
Mario turned to Xia Qingqian and said, "Sister is the most beautiful sister baby has ever seen, please don’t be angry with baby, okay?" He was truly scared, if Xia Qingqian got angry, how could he placate her?
Upon hearing, Xia Qingqian shook her head and said, "Sister won’t be angry with baby, as long as baby takes the dicine on ti."
"Mm!" Mario nodded heavily, "I’ll take the dicine right now!"
"Finish your al first, then take the dicine, okay?" Xia Qingqian looked at him dotingly and said softly.
"Really a bunch of uncultured people, shut up and eat imdiately!!" Beitang Yao swung his chopsticks, knocking on the table to draw the attention of the two across from him, oh, just Xia Qingqian’s attention, the brat was excluded.
The cold, deep, ice-like eyes of Beitang Yao mirrored chilling images, as Xia Qingqian t his gaze, she felt she should find a hole to crawl into, that horrifying look seed to pierce right through people.
"Mm." She nodded timidly, then picked up her chopsticks, reaching for the dish and placing it in the baby’s bowl, softly smiling at him.
This smile caught the eye of Beitang Yao, and his anger surged once more; what was supposed to be a peaceful al was disrupted by this brat, suffusing him with a chilling aura! Even a brat had an interest in this fragile yet stubborn woman?
Beitang Yao’s icy gaze was as cold as a winter spring, falling coldly on Xia Qingqian, using his eyes to convey to her: Just serving vegetables to the brat? Don’t need to serve ?
And his profound intentions, were they understandable to ordinary people? The truth was they were not, for as Xia Qingqian’s chopsticks reached the dish in front of Beitang Yao, he quietly straightened his posture, with a grim face waiting for Xia Qingqian to serve him.
Who’d have thought, those chopsticks grabbed a piece of at, gradually drifting out of his sight, until it was placed in Mario’s bowl, lowly murmuring: "Mario, this piece of sweet and sour pork is really delicious."
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