With Du Du's adorable antics and jokes, the atmosphere in the living room relaxed considerably, and even Qiao Zhenbang's face showed a smile, watching Du Du eat watermelon with delight.
The little tyke refused to be fed by Mu Xiulan, and instead held half a watermelon himself. His chubby hand held a spoon, scooping the flesh bit by bit into his mouth, carefully spitting out the seeds.
He wasn't selfish with his food either. After taking a few bites for himself, he would offer it to everyone else. Everyone got a turn, including him and Linglong. The little one earnestly held up the spoon, his big round eyes watching, and with a childish lisp, he said, "Big uncle, eat."
Qiao Zhenbang felt his heart melting, and didn't mind the saliva-coated watermelon offered by Du Du, eating it in one bite. It was sweet in his mouth, but the feeling in his heart was sour. How great it would be if this child feeding him watermelon were his own son!
