This antagonist is so simple-minded.
Lin Qiao couldn't help but laugh out loud, but quickly held it in, and served him another piece, indulgently saying, "If it's good, eat more."
Song Tingfan's pure black eyes gleamed like a little deer, he shook his head, "Sister-in-law, you eat."
"Little uncle, there's plenty more."
Lin Qiao gestured for him to look at the steamer, but he still insisted on letting her eat.
The antagonist really is a "good boy."
She inexplicably felt a mother's pride, then blinked, "Alright, little uncle, you eat one, I'll eat one."
Song Tingfan's eyebrows curved into an arch, his mouth lifting, and he spoke in a tone seeking praise about his studies, "Sister-in-law, today Mr. Cheng taught four sentences, and I can recite all of them."
Afraid she wouldn't believe him, he added two more words, "Really."
"Is little uncle that impressive? Come on, recite it for your sister-in-law." Lin Qiao cooperated, looking pleased like an elder.
