As for Ye Hao and Mubai, they did not put too much thought into it. Instead, they toasted each other with tea.
Fortunately, Shi Tou and An An were five-year-old children and were quite self-sufficient. However, they had not eaten some of the seafood before, so they did not know how to eat them even after putting them in their bowls. In the end, they simply put the food into their mouth and tried to chew it.
The food was so hard it almost broke their teeth!
Ningning was not yet proficient with using chopsticks, so he used a spoon instead. He first started with a spoonful of the seafood soup. He was following his dad’s habit of drinking soup before starting on his main meal.
As the seafood was freshly caught, it was very fresh and sweet and tasted completely different from what they usually ate.
The soup was so delicious that he kept drinking it.
Boyuan, seeing that Ningning had drunk half his bowl of soup, picked up a fishball and placed it in his bowl, and said, “Eat.”
Ningning was not a picky eater so he ate whatever his father fed him. As he was chewing, he said, “Dad, it’s yummy,” his eyes crinkling with joy. And reached out with his spoon to take two more fishballs.
“Don’t gorge yourself,” Boyuan admonished.
Subconsciously, he was nurturing Ningning’s cultivation. As a member of the Mo family, it was still fine if he was a young child, but when he became an adult, he would not be able to freely do whatever he wanted. Otherwise, it was very likely that he would be schemed against by other people.
It was only when he was with his mother that Ningning could eat what he liked. Fortunately, over the years, he had gotten used to it.
While eating the crab, Boyuan requested for some seafood tools so that he could cut some crab legs for Ningning. Placing a few crab legs in Ningning’s bowl, he cautioned, “Eat them slowly.”
The crab legs were thick and filled with a lot of meat. And it was said that too much of it was not beneficial to a child, so Boyuan just wanted Ningning to sample it.
With so much food on the table, everyone was feasting happily. Perhaps it was because they were in a relaxed mood, their appetite was very good and they ate a lot more than usual.
After the children finished eating, Yang Yu put down his chopsticks and told them, “Children, come with me. Let your dads continue eating.”
Although they were curious, seeing there was nothing to worry about, the dads did as they were told.
…
Yang Yu brought the children to a nearby house. When they reached the door, he stopped, “Children, line up. Come in when you hear me call your name. Understand?”
“Yes, Village Chief!” the children replied.
Only then did he enter the house. After sitting down, he began to call, “Ye Mingzhou!”
Outside, hearing his name being the first to be called, Shi Tou was stunned for a moment before he reacted. “I’ll go in first,” he said to Ningning.
“Okay.”
After Shi Tou entered, an assistant closed the door. The sound of the door closing made him turn around to look in trepidation.
“Village Chief, why do you need to close the door?”
He felt uncomfortable.
Yang Yu laughed and said, “Don’t worry. I just have a few questions to ask you.”
Questions?
Shi Tou heaved a sigh of relief, “What do you want to ask?”
Yang Yu’s face was full of mischief, “Shi Tou, do you like dad or mom more?”
“Mom!” Shi Tou replied without hesitation.
“What do you dislike the most about your dad?”
“He is disorganized. I prefer him to be more composed and collected.”
Yang Yu held back his laughter:
“Last question, out of the five uncles, which uncle do you like the most?”
“It should be Uncle Boyuan.”