When the two of them reached the kitchen, they could hear Matthewâs joyful laughter from afar.
Cayman Dorrans frowned in confusion. As he approached, he realized that he was the only one eating with a three-year-old boy.
Matthew saw them coming and said to Yuan Shuo, âYour son can really eat! He eats more than me.â
Yuan Shuo walked over with a headache and said with a stern face, âYuan Bao, you canât eat anymore.â
Little Yuan Baoâs little face was stained with sauce and he blinked pitifully like a little kitten.
âBut I didnât finish it. Didnât you say... we canât waste food?â
âWell, you canât fit all that in your stomach.â
Yuan Shuo removed the spoon from his hand, wiped his hands and face, and took away the unfinished food.
Yuan Bao stared at the juice carton on the table... âYuan Bao canât eat. Can Yuan Bao drink juice?â
âI believe youâve already drunk it,â Yuan Shuo refused his request.
Sigh, he and Yuan Meng were not greedy people, so who did this child learn from?
But Cayman Dorrans had put the juice in front of the little boy.
âDrink it.â
Little Yuan Bao had just picked up the cup, when his father glared at him.
âNo drinking.â
Little Yuan Bao blinked pitifully. âThen Iâll only drink a mouthful.â
Yuan Shuo sighed and compromised.
âJust a mouthful.â
Little Yuan Bao picked up the cup and took a big gulp before obediently putting it down and pushing it in front of him.
âDrink it.â
Cayman Dorrans and Matthew were both amused by the cute little boy. He had been scheming against adults all year round, and now that he suddenly saw a cute and innocent child, his mood was inexplicably much happier.
Little Yuan Bao lay on the table and blinked his round eyes as he watched the three of them eat.
Suddenly, he stared at Cayman Dorrans and said in a childish voice, âGrandpa, you have to eat carrots to grow taller.â
Kaman Dorrans laughed. âGrandfather canât grow at his age.â
Little Yuan Bao looked at his father in confusion. Didnât he say that if he ate more vegetables, he would grow taller?
Yuan Shuo answered his sonâs question. âAdults donât grow up. Children grow up.â
The three of them were still eating when a group of muscular foreign men came in carrying two boxes each.
âMatthew, where do you want us to put your things?â
Matthew looked around and pointed toward the living room.
âOn the balcony. Put it there when youâre done.â
Cayman Dorrans frowned. âWhat is it?â
He remembered that Matthew didnât have the habit of storing things in his house.
After the three of them finished their meal, they went onto the living room balcony and saw that it was already filled with toys.
The childish things were very contrasting to the classical and elegant style of the ancient castle. Matthew waved Yuan Bao over and said, âGo on.â
âWow!â
Little Yuan Bao pounced on the pile of toys excitedly and almost rolled onto the ground.
The corner of Yuan Shuoâs mouth twitched. Did he ask someone to rob a toy store?
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âMatthew!â
Matthew saw the look on his face and knew he wasnât happy that heâd bought so much.
âI bought them for myself and I am just lending them to Little Yuan Bao.â
There was nothing he could do about it. The little boy was just too cute. As soon as he could, he had someone buy all the toys from the nearby supermarket.
Yuan Shuo picked up a toy gun and raised it in front of him.
âDo you play with things like this?â
Matthew took the toy gun from his hands, and the toy gun immediately began to glow and play music.
âBiubiubiu...â
However, he thought it was fun.
The few people who were helping to dismantle the toys were petrified when they saw this.
Matthew, who had an M9 on his back and had perfect marksmanship, was actually playing happily with a childrenâs toy gun.