"...No."
Song Yinyin, in a bit of a daze, ended up agreeing to Lu Jihan's proposal.
Seeing that she didn't object, Lu Jihan's lips curled into a small smile, and he picked up a large piece of the tenderest fish belly and placed it in Song Dabai's small bowl.
"Eat more fish."
"Thank you, Daddy!"
Song Dabai's black and white eyes spun mischievously as he leaned closer to Lu Jihan's ear and said, "Daddy, actually Mommy likes eating fish meat too."
"Oh, is that so?"
Lu Jihan's lips formed a subtle, pleasant arc.
Then, he picked up a piece of fish meat with the bones removed and placed it in Song Yinyin's bowl: "Dabai says you also like eating fish."
For some reason, the way he served her the dish felt as natural as if they were an old married couple—utterly without awkwardness.
Song Yinyin, however, found her cheeks getting a little warm.
"Feeling hot?" Lu Jihan noticed her complexion and suddenly asked.
Song Yinyin instinctively touched her cheeks: "Mm, a little bit."
