Just then, a soft, milky voice floated up from between their legs:
"Daddy, stop touching Mommy's butt. I'm so hungry. When we get back to the room later you can touch it, okay?"
Jiayi was caught off-guard and quickly stepped aside.
Little Meatball looked up with his chubby face, rubbing his deflated stomach, looking pitiful as he gazed at the two of them.
Mommy had said that it wasn't easy for Daddy to not be angry anymore, so they had to wait for Daddy to come back to eat together today.
If Daddy wasn't at the table, he couldn't eat either.
He was a tender shoot of the motherland, in his first phase of growth. How could he go hungry?
But Huo Zhenyang obviously didn't have as thin a skin as Jiayi. He cleared his throat lightly, bent down, scooped up Little Baozi in one arm, and with long strides, headed towards the dining room.