Ye Zixu nodded with a gentle smile, not saying much.
"Little Bo, Little Bo, do you want to eat chicken wings?" Ye Anran had already eaten some by now and seeing there were extra chicken wings, she finally thought of her two little sons.
"Yes, yes, yes... Mom, I want to eat..." As soon as Little Bo heard about food, he quickly stood up and ran over with excitement.
Ye Anran handed the chicken wing, which had cooled down and wouldn't be too hot, to Little Bo, "Eat slowly."
Three-year-old Little Bo could already eat chicken wings on his own and spit out the bones.
He sat there, his tiny white hands holding the chicken wing and began to munch.
An aunt beside him had already put a bib around his neck.
Meanwhile, Little Bo also came over, "Mom, I want some too."
Ye Anran looked at the mature Little Bo and handed him a chicken wing as well.
Little Bo held the chicken wing and sniffed it, then his eyes squinted with a smile.
