An Jing and Xiao Changyi first had the four little ones wash their hands before they picked up each child and sat them down at the table to dine.
"Yun Er wants big brother to feed... Yun Er wants big brother to feed..." An Yiyun initially was being fed by An Jing, and the food for the four children was specially prepared, finely and softly made for easy chewing and digestion for the little ones. However, as the meal went on, An Yiyun began clamoring to be fed by Brother Su Muchen.
When An Jing turned her head, she saw that Su Muchen was busy feeding little An Yiqing, so no wonder An Yiyun wanted Su Muchen to feed her.
"Good girl, Yun Er," An Jing comforted, "your Mu Chen Bro is feeding your Third Brother right now. After your Third Brother has eaten, Brother Muchen needs to have his own meal."
"But... but..." An Yiyun pouted, "Yun Er just... just wants... big brother to feed..."
An Jing patiently coaxed her, "Isn’t it just a meal? It’s the same if Mom feeds you. If you really don’t want Mom to feed you, how about Dad feeds you, is that okay?"
As she spoke, An Jing also pretended to be unhappy as if her feelings had been hurt.
An Yiyun immediately reached out with her little hands to tug on An Jing’s wide sleeves, speaking urgently, "Mommy... Mommy, don’t... don’t... Mommy should smile... like Third Brother... should smile..."
An Jing concealed her laughter internally, but continued to pretend to be unhappy on the outside, "Then, do you still want Mom to feed you or not?"
"Want, want!" An Yiyun nodded her little head vigorously twice.
That was when An Jing finally smiled, "Our Yun Er really loves Mommy. Come, open your mouth. Ah, eat up, you need to eat your meal to grow tall."
"Heehee..." An Yiyun giggled while eating the lean meat porridge An Jing fed her, smiling at An Jing.
Suddenly, An Yiyun shouted excitedly, her hands and feet dancing with joy, "Mommy!"
"Big brother... big brother yo... he carried... carried Yun Er... heehee..." An Yiyun giggled, "Brother also carried... heehee... so fun... so very fun..."
As soon as An Jing heard this, she understood that it must have been Su Muchen carrying around the four little ones just now.
Nine-year-old Su Muchen got a bit scared when he heard An Yiyun giggling , and then, anxiously, he looked towards his father and the Emperor of Xiyun. Seeing that neither his father nor the emperor were displeased with him for not having the proper gravitas of an Imperial Grandson, he finally let out a big sigh of relief.
An Jing took in Su Muchen’s behavior and felt some pity for the nine-year-old child.
Whilst feeding Su Yixing, Xiao Changyi simply glanced over at the Emperor of Xiyun.
The Emperor of Xiyun realized that he might have been too strict on the Imperial Grandson, but there was nothing he could do about it. The dignity of the Royal Family was at stake. Unlike Xiao Changyi, who didn’t grow up in the Royal Family and could ignore all the rules, his son, grandson, and even himself could not afford to disregard these rules or neglect the dignity of the Royal Family.
Still, the Emperor of Xiyun decided to speak up. After sighing inwardly, he asked with a smile to Su Yi Jing, who was eating the meal he had fed him, "Jing’er, did you enjoy playing with Brother Muchen earlier?"
Su Muchen didn’t know what the Emperor of Xiyun meant by this and immediately tensed up.
"Brother Muchen...?" Su Yi Jing was confused about who the Emperor of Xiyun was referring to, his two sparkling eyes full of bewilderment.
The Emperor of Xiyun pointed at Su Muchen, "I mean that big brother there."
With the Emperor pointing directly at him, Su Muchen’s nerves wound even tighter.