Lu Jingchen glanced at Song Qiao and started picking up food for her with his chopsticks.
Song Qiao turned her head to look at Lu Jingchen, stayed silent, but lowered her head and began to eat seriously.
Lu Jingchen looked at the little guy beside him, his thin lips opening slightly, speaking gently, "Didn't you say if mom had dinner with us, you'd pick up some food for her?"
The little guy paused in his eating, looked up at Lu Jingchen, and was momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing how to respond. He didn't really pick up any food for Song Qiao, and his small face blushed a bit.
By the end of the meal, the little guy had eaten quite a lot, and Song Qiao, happy to see her son, also ate quite a bit.
After dinner, Song Qiao, not wanting to feel like she was there just for the meal, voluntarily offered to help Lu Jingchen wash the dishes. Lu Jingchen didn't refuse; instead, he washed the dishes while Song Qiao rinsed them and put them in the sanitizer.
