"Qing Yi, find us a restaurant."
The two of them and the cat arrived at a restaurant and entered a private room.
Jun Moyan placed Wen Xiao’ai on the menu and let it choose for itself.
But Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes were bigger than its stomach; with a wave of its little paw, it ordered one of everything on the menu.
Then, holding a bottle of milk and biting a straw, it sat on the table and waited while drinking.
The little pink feet moved rhythmically along with the small ears.
"Xiaoguai?" Jun Moyan suddenly called out to it.
Wen Xiao’ai lifted its eyes to look at him.
"What would you like as a reward?"
It seemed that this person preferred to express his thanks through actions rather than words.
Wen Xiao’ai thought about it and really wanted to say, "Can you buy a bag for carrying children and carry me on your chest 24 hours a day?"
Or sew a big pocket on your clothes and carry me on your chest would work too.
But let’s forget about it. Compared to helping me repair my inner core, the little favor I did isn’t much.
Seeing that it didn’t answer, Jun Moyan didn’t say anything more.
The mobile phone in his pocket rang, and Jun Moyan took it out and answered.
"Moyan, are you alright?" From the phone, Jun Wuchen’s concerned voice came through.
"I’m fine. How’s grandpa?" Jun Moyan knew that his grandfather must have caused a fuss with the family because of him.
"Rest assured, I’m looking after him."
"Thank you, Second Brother."
"We’re not strangers, no need for formalities. Don’t worry about tonight."
"If Big Brother gives you trouble again, tell me, and I’ll help you."
"Well, just be careful."
"By the way, how is the little one? Was it scared?"
Jun Moyan looked up at Wen Xiao’ai on the table, which was curiously watching the mobile phone in his hand.
"It’s doing very well."
As he spoke, Jun Moyan placed the phone in front of Wen Xiao’ai.
Wen Xiao’ai knew it was Jun Wuchen, so it softly meowed at the phone twice.
Jun Moyan touched its little head and then took back the phone.
"Looks like everyone’s fine. That little one has quite the nerve," laughed Jun Wuchen. "Well then, that’s all for now, you take care."
After hanging up, they continued waiting for the meal.
Twenty or so minutes later, dishes full of color, fragrance, and flavor were served.
Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes lit up. It set the milk bottle aside, then pointed at a few dishes in front of it and looked at Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan picked some from each of the dishes Wen Xiao’ai had pointed to and placed them on a small plate in front of it.
In the past, at Wu Garden, Xiaocha had always prepared its dish in advance.
Now that Xiaocha wasn’t there, it was naturally Jun Moyan who took on the task.
Of course, he was happy to do it.
Tonight at the Jun Family, with an extra-large "insecticide" seated next to him, Jun Moyan had eaten only a few bites and was quite hungry by now. Seeing Wen Xiao’ai enjoying its food, he also began to feel an appetite.
The two of them and the cat ate quietly, with Jun Moyan occasionally adding more food to its plate.
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After trying every dish, Wen Xiao’ai’s little stomach had swelled, yet it still yearned for more. Consequently, it slowed down and savored each bite.
Catching a glimpse of something in Jun Moyan’s plate that looked very appealing, Wen Xiao’ai moved closer: "Meow~"
I want some of that too.
"You’re still young and can’t digest it well. You shouldn’t eat steak, try the fish instead," Jun Moyan said while putting some deboned fish on its plate.
But Wen Xiao’ai had its sights set on his plate, its little paw pointing at the half-eaten steak left on it.
I want to eat that, I can digest it.