Uncle Long wasn't as multi-talented as Steward Stone; breakfast was straight-up, authentic Chinese: crystal dumplings, soup dumplings, soy milk, little yellow millet porridge… and steamed corn on the cob.
When Long Linger had been staying by Yeh Huang's side, she'd gotten sick of all those steaks and Bird's Nest Soup, so now eating something light like this felt completely different to her.
Little Sunny seemed very interested in Long Lingli, staring at this strange uncle even while eating breakfast.
His little hand held a corn cob, gnawing away, head tilted as he looked at Long Lingli.
The little pose was absolutely hilarious.
Long Linger sat down, reached out to pinch Sunny's little cheek. "Why are you tilting your head staring at your uncle?"
"Uncle is super awesome!" Sunny piped in his milky baby voice.
