At that moment, Charlotte Green, whose spirits had plummeted, suddenly felt a warmth on her face, and with a smacking sound, a kiss landed on her cheek.
"Charlotte Green is awesome!" This was Chris' way of comforting her, and even though his kiss left her face greasy, her mood brightened up instantly.
"Chris, did you have enough to eat? Do you want some more?" Charlotte lovingly picked the child up onto her lap, not minding the weight.
She had heard that children of Chris' age often required a lot of coaxing from their parents to eat rice, but this little boy had conscientiously finished half a bowl on his own. Was it because his parents were not often by his side that he had become so independent and sensible?
Looking at the boy who resembled her own son so closely, a wave of sorrow surged through her. Her Ethan must have grown to be around his age by now.