The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Rong Luyuan came to the restaurant with Mu Changying in his arms and let her sit on his lap to eat.

The bursts of fragrance lifted her spirits, she sniffed her nose, "It smells so good~"

Seeing that she was satisfied, he raised his eyes and looked at the housekeeper who was standing by, "You did a good job, and I will give the chef a raise."

It was the first time that the old housekeeper Sun Fugui was treated so kindly by the second master, and his heart was suddenly filled with passion.

"I'm going to reward the chef right now."

Butler Sun smiled and left the restaurant with a gust of wind under his feet.

This time, there is not only a reward, but a big reward.

"Yingbao, open your mouth."

Rong Luyuan looked at the girl in his arms with tenderness in his eyes.

Holding chopsticks in his right hand, he took a small dumpling and handed it to her mouth.

In the other hand, she held a small saucer to prevent the soup from splashing on her when she chewed the dumplings.

"You are too thin, you need to make up for it."

"I'll guard you when you eat in the future, lest you spoil your stomach again by being picky eaters."

This man suppressed all the violence and gave her careful and considerate care.

Mu Changying's heart twitched, her eyes warmed, and she blinked to hold back her tears.

"Well... it just looks delicious."

The skin of the crystal dumplings is thin and shiny, like crystal clear crystals.

She opened her lips, took a light bite, sucked slightly, and the delicious soup flowed into her mouth.

I took a bite of the meatballs soaked in the soup, not fat or greasy, and the mouth was tender and refreshing.

"Hmm, it tastes really good."

"A Yuan, would you like to try it too?"

Mu Changying's eyebrows were stretched, and her eyes were like lake water, sparkling and sparkling.

She shook her little head and kept nodding her head, with a look of enjoyment on her fair little face.

The little mouth was still chirping, and he ate very happily, like a glutinous piglet.

"Yingbao, these are what you like, I won't touch them."

"Good, eat slowly, don't choke."

As long as she likes, she can have as much food as she wants.

Rong Luyuan's face was stained with seriousness and affection, and he took a small crystal soup bag and handed it to Mu Changying's mouth.

The movement was extremely gentle and caring... as if the person in his arms was a porcelain doll, and it would shatter with a little force.

"A Yuan, I'll just do it myself."

Being so old and being fed, her delicate little face was hot and red as clouds.

Mu Changying stretched out her hand to take the chopsticks, but was avoided by Rong Luyuan.

"Yingbao, be good, I'll do this kind of rough work."

He does the laborious things, and his baby only needs to lie down and enjoy it.

"A Yuan, you are so kind to me. I like you the most."

Mu Changying's eyes were shy, and she slowly swallowed the food in her mouth.

"…"

Rong Shichu, who was sitting on the side, was completely ignored, and the cold dog food slapped randomly on his face.

Whoops, sour teeth!

He took a few mouthfuls of food, feeling a bit of annoyance in his heart.

"Son, is this meal not to your taste?"

Mu Changying leaned on Rong Luyuan's chest and looked at the cheap son in front of him with a worried expression.

Rong Luyuan raised his eyes and glanced coldly, his voice dark and hoarse, "Choose from three to four, don't eat and feed the dog."

He seemed to be a cheetah dormant in the dark night, with a dangerous aura all over him.

Rong Shichu felt like a cheap foam machine had been installed in his chest, boiling and screaming non-stop.

Who is this one son who is trying to resist?

Even though he was dissatisfied, he was so angry that he didn't dare to speak, and the whole person was about to suffocate.

"I've eaten out, so I'm not very hungry."

"Dad...Mom, eat slowly, I'll go back to the room first."

Rong Shichu got up from his seat, nodded apologetically to the two of them, and left the restaurant.

Damn, this little **** will give him a horse as soon as he comes.

If she waited for her to gain a firm foothold in the Rong family, he would have been kicked out long ago.

"No, I can't sit still."

Rong Shichu merged with the night, and a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his face was strange and hideous.