Qiao Dingshan once again held his son, truly delighted. The little guy really made him proud today with his wonderful dance, it’s just a pity that Jian Li didn’t come, otherwise who knows if she would have started crying from happiness. This little meatball is so promising; imagine how impressive he’ll be when he grows up.
"Let’s go, you little stinker, daddy’s taking you to see your uncle."
Qiao Dingshan confidently carried the little meatball away, leaving behind a crowd filled with various degrees of envy and jealousy.
At this moment, Jian Zhiqing was coming over with Jian Zhiqin, along with Qin Xiangnuan. It was the first time Qin Xiangnuan had seen Jian Ming since he had moved to Ning City; back then, Jian Ming seemed just like an ordinary office worker. Who knew that the Jians were such a prominent family? Grandpa Jian was a founding father of the nation. Although he is no longer alive, the glory of the Jians endures. Nowadays, both Jian Ming and Jian Zhiqing are firmly established in politics, even Jian Zhiqing’s aunt holds a significant position in the Ministry of Culture. No wonder Jian Zhiqing could so easily arrange for his sister and brother to get into schools without entrance exams.
Upon seeing Qin Xiangnuan, Jian Ming relaxed his usually stern demeanor.
"The young lady has grown up, eh? But she still looks just like her young self, a little girl."
Qin Jinuan smiled. Indeed, ten years had passed; back then, Jian Zhiqin was still in Li Qiuhua’s belly. Now he’s grown so big.
"Big brother," Qiao Dingshan came over. Taotao no longer wanted to be held by him and was struggling in his arms. Such a heavy little guy; even Qiao Dingshan was finding him hard to hold now.
Jian Ming reached out his hand for Taotao and pinched his little nose, smiling, "What’s wrong, Taotao? Missed your uncle that much?"
"Yes," Taotao might be small but he’s already savvy, his little mouth sweet as honey.
"I missed uncle the most, love uncle the most," he said, and then bit Jian Ming’s face hard, leaving a face full of saliva. Of course, Jian Ming didn’t mind and only loved the little chubby boy more since his own kids had grown up and weren’t as fun anymore.
"Come here, Zhiqin," Jian Ming, holding Taotao, gestured to Zhiqin.
"I saw you whispering to Taotao after the dance, what did you say to make him come down with you?" It was really nerve-wracking back then; Taotao must have seen Qiao Dingshan because he was sitting right in the front row, in a very visible spot.
Jian Zhiqin turned his face away, disappointed, "Taotao saw uncle."
Indeed, Jian Ming had guessed right.
"What did you tell him?" He asked again.
Jian Zhiqin held up four fingers. "Dad, I said four words."
"Sugared sweet potatoes." After Jian Zhiqin said that, Taotao’s eyes widened, seemingly salivating.
"Sugared sweet potatoes, Taotao wants to eat sugared sweet potatoes," he said, and then headed towards Jian Zhiqing’s embrace, wanting his brother to carry him to eat the sugared sweet potatoes made by his sister, "Sister makes them really tasty."
Jian Ming had no choice but to put down the little meatball and let Jian Zhiqing hold him.
Haha, sugared sweet potatoes, the kid only remembers eating now, even forgetting about Laozi uncle.
"Sugared sweet potatoes?" Jian Ming and Qiao Dingshan said it simultaneously, truly unaware that the little meatball had recently become obsessed with sugared sweet potatoes, so obsessed that he didn’t even want dad anymore. Honestly, Qiao Dingshan felt pretty cool about it; after all, he had raised him through all the hardships of infancy, and now it turned out that Laozi was less appealing than a bowl of sugared sweet potatoes.