Nan Mufeng and Jian Xi exchanged glances, both stunned by Little Pumpkin's line.
"How about now? How's your appetite?" Jian Xi asked, holding back a laugh.
"My appetite is great, I could have another bowl."
"Pfft!" Jian Xi couldn't hold back her laughter, "Nan Mufeng, are you and your son this funny every day?"
Nan Mufeng laughed along, "Not at all! It's your presence that makes Little Pumpkin more lively."
"Really?"
"Yes! Because of confidence, because of a sense of security." Nan Mufeng nodded vigorously, his eyes fixated on Jian Xi's.
Oh my, it's so hot today!
Jian Xi lowered her eyes, sipping her porridge.
Watching her, Nan Mufeng suddenly recalled a poem he read years ago: That gentleness in lowering her gaze, like a water lily bashfully unable to withstand the cool breeze...
Jian Xi sipped her porridge, still feeling uneasy under his gaze, "Drink yours already!"
"Okay."
