Xi Xiaye soon brought home two full bags of groceries. When she saw that the men and her son were having fun in the living room, she quietly brought the groceries to the living room and planned on cooking herself. However, she had just begun to wash the rice when the man walked in.
He took over the groceries from her as he said in a lowered voice, "Sis Wang made some porridge earlier. Our son might be hungry, so feed him some first. Let me cook."
"The little fellow isn't shy with strangers at all. Did I hear him calling 'uncle' just now?" Xi Xiaye turned to take Mu Xiaocheng's bowl from the cupboard for the porridge.
"He's going to be a year old soon. He knows how to say simple words, and he recognizes them, so he's quite clingy too."
When Xi Xiaye heard that, she pursed her lips and smiled.
