Hmm?
For a moment, both mother and son looked at him.
Mo Boyuan was calm:
"Mo Zhining, shouldn't you send some to your Brother Shitou's house first? He sent something to us last night!
We need to be grateful;
We also need to return the favor many times more. You should have learned this, right?"
The little boy seemed to have finally remembered his Brother Shitou:
"Dad, can we send it later?"
He was so hungry right now that his stomach was rumbling loudly.
"No, go now."
"Okay."
He originally wanted to let his son bring a plate over, but Jiang Tingxu stopped him:
"Use a clean bag and bring it there."
What if it spilled?
Since his wife had already spoken, Mo Boyuan naturally would not refuse:
"Alright, I'll listen to you, honey."
Before he could pack it properly, the little boy was urged by his father:
"Mo Zhining, hurry up."
