Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Song Yao didnât know whether to laugh or cry.
She wanted to cry because Baby Xuan actually didnât like to eat the vegetables made by her. She wanted to laugh because Baby Xuan actually knew how to use chopsticks even though he wasnât even a year old! Although he didnât look very skilled, Song Yao was extremely gratified! Song Xiao still didnât know how to use chopsticks at the age of four!
âDoesnât Baby Xuan like vegetables?â Song Yao held back her thoughts and helped Baby Xuan pick up another piece of fish. Unexpectedly, Baby Xuan picked up another piece for Zuo Huo.
This made Song Yao a little angry. âIs my food not delicious?â
Obviously, Baby Xuan did not understand the meaning of Song Yaoâs words.
He picked up another piece of vegetable for Zuo Huo. âItâs delicious. Uncle, eatâ¦â
Gu Li immediately laughed. âBaby Xuan likes Zuo Huo, his new father.â
Zuo Huo smiled. It seemed that he had not taken care of Baby Xuan for nothing these few days. âUncle is not hungry. What does Baby Xuan want to eat? Uncle will give you some?â
Baby Xuan casually pointed at a dish. âUncle, feed.â
Zuo Huo smiled. âOkay! Uncle will feed you!â
After saying that, he picked up a piece of fish and carefully fed it to Baby Xuan.
âBaby Xuan is so obedient! Letâs eat another piece, okay?â Zuo Huo patiently coaxed Baby Xuan to eat. He was even much more patient than Song Yao. It was no wonder that Baby Xuan liked Zuo Huo as his uncle.
After coaxing Baby Xuan to eat, Zuo Huo fed him milk powder and left the house at nine oâclock.
Gu Li was still worried that Song Yao would be in danger. She grabbed Song Yaoâs hand at the entrance of the train station and said, âYou have to be careful. If you meet anyone on the way, you canât believe them!â
Song Yao would remind Gu Li about this every time she went on a long trip. Song Yaoâs ears were about to get calluses.
She grabbed Gu Liâs hand and said, âDonât worry, Mom. Zuo Huo is taking care of me. You donât have to worry too much.â
Gu Li sighed and said to Zuo Huo, âIâll leave my daughter in your care.â
Zuo Huo smiled. âDonât worry, Iâll definitely protect Yao!â
The two of them chatted at the entrance of the train station for a long time until the train was about to leave before returning to the hall. Song Yao and Zuo Huo also boarded the train.
Because it was not easy to buy a single room, Song Xiao only bought two sleepers after queuing for the entire night. Although it was a little simple, it was still better than standing tickets.
As soon as she got on the train, Song Yao saw an acquaintance.
Yu Yong, who seemed to be working in the city, was wearing a yellowing black shirt and a hard hat.
Perhaps it was because he was married to Pang Jiao, but Yu Yong was in a sorry state. Moreover, it looked like he had bought a standing ticket.
Song Yao glanced at Zuo Huo beside her. âLetâs change seats.â
Zuo Huo had just placed his luggage on the shelf. âWhatâs wrong?â
He looked in Song Yaoâs direction and saw Yu Yong walking towards them.
âYao, are you going on a long trip too?â
Zuo Huo shielded Song Yao behind him. âIs Yao a term you can call?â
Yu Yongâs face darkened. âI have something to tell Yao.â
After saying that, he pulled Song Yao to the smoking room. Song Yao shook him off. âWhat canât be said here?â
Yu Yong sneered. âDid you really change my sonâs surname?â
He thought that Song Yao had said those words out of anger that time. He did not expect that after he went to the village committeeâs house yesterday, he realized that Song Yao had not said those words out of anger.
âWhy? Thatâs my son too!â
Song Yao found it even more funny. âDonât you have a son? Whether that child is yours or not, itâs still your son.â
Yu Yongâs expression was ugly. Was Song Yao angry with him?
âSong Yao! I say, are you done?! Jiaojiao is pregnant, but that doesnât mean that I donât acknowledge Yu Xuan! Heâs my, Yu Yongâs, first son! Do you know how important our Yu family thinks of him?! Are you so heartless that you want to deprive me of my last right as the childâs father?â
Song Yao sneered. âDeprived? Did I say that I wouldnât let you see the child? Besides, youâre just saying it. Song Xuan is eight months old now. Have you and your mother seen him once? Who doesnât know how to say it? If you really care about him, why did you send the child away behind my back!â
Yu Yong clenched his fists in anger. âSong Yao! Donât go too far!â
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and was about to slap Song Yao, but he was stopped in midair by Zuo Huo. âDonât you dare touch her!â
Yu Yong roared, but his strength was no match for Zuo Huo. âShe forced me first!â
âReflect on what youâve done!â