Dinner was already set, and Nuoyan cast a meaningful glance at her son without saying a word.
Xiao Yining was holding chopsticks in one hand and a round, white egg in the other as he asked An Ziqi, "Mommy, is this a little bird's egg? Can a little bird be hatched from it?"
An Ziqi glanced at it and recognized it as the one Xiao Moli had given her on the island, not knowing when the rascal had taken it. Remembering the circumstances under which he gave her the egg, she held back her laughter and responded, "Ask your daddy."
Xiao Yining turned to look at Xiao Moli, who calmly replied, "You can try putting it under your blanket tonight when you go to sleep and see if it hatches."
"I'm back."
Xiao Chen entered from outside, hugged Nuoyan at the dining table, and then sat down, "Mommy, you're so biased. You start dinner without me around."
