Birthday Banquet 3

"..." Being put on the spot once wasn't enough, they had to do it again.

Thankfully, Du Moyou stepped in to defuse the situation, saying, "Uncle's wife should be called 'Auntie.'"

"I know," Zong Yi smiled mischievously at Zhou Mo, "From now on, I'll call you Auntie."

"Okay," Zhou Mo smiled in response.

Zong Yi shook his little head and took a bite of the rice Du Moyou offered him. His mouth was small, and a few grains of rice stuck to the corner of his mouth. Just as Du Moyou was about to use a tissue to wipe it, Zong Yi used his not-so-nimble chubby little fingers to pick it up and put it back into his mouth.

Du Moyou looked on helplessly and smiled.

Zong Yi chewed with gusto, then turned his curious gaze to Zhong Zhicheng. "Auntie, does Little Uncle's wife also have to be called 'Auntie'?"

"Little Uncle" was Zong Yi's nickname for Zhong Zhicheng.

Du Moyou fed him another spoonful of rice. "Your Little Uncle doesn't have a girlfriend yet."