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Mu Tianying sat down next to Dingding and saw him holding the bowl and spoon, feeding himself. Occasionally, the spoon would wobble, dropping food onto the table. He asked, "Don't you need to feed him?"

Wanqing replied, "No, we finally taught him to eat independently. He'll get better gradually. For now, all we need to do is make sure he doesn't spill too much or tip over the bowl."

"Oh." Mu Tianying focused his attention on Dangdang.

Dangdang glanced at him, slightly turning his body to avoid his gaze.

Wanqing felt that he became clumsy whenever he encountered the children – understandable, given his new status as a father. If he continued to watch them grow at this rate, he would probably make more blunders. Worried that he would keep staring at Dangdang without eating, Wanqing said: "You should eat too." His bowl was right in front of him, filled with food - he shouldn't pretend he couldn't see it!