At last he found his most beloved Ou Xiaolan, sat by her side, and dined with her. Moreover, she was more gentle than all the previous days, and Zhan Lingtao's mood was constantly rising.
The eyes that were originally red from crying were now smiling into little crescents, and his small face was also flushed with the warm steam.
While eating the dumplings Ou Lan served him, he was still pretentiously admonishing her, "Ou Xiaolan, you can't abandon Baby again next time. If you abandon Baby again, I will never eat and will starve myself to death."
"Pfft," Ou Lan snorted lightly and even gave the rascal a glare, "What do I care if you starve to death?"
Zhan Lingtao smiled thick-skinned, "You would be heartbroken."
"Pfft," Ou Lan snorted again and yet said hypocritically, "Stop being so vain. It'd be good if you starved to death. Then no one would bother me like a sticky worm, and no one would always be thinking about my daughter."
