"Well, it's all my own, so don't say so many polite words." The dishes have already been served, and the cold words promise to smile at everyone, and pick up the chopsticks, "you are welcome, move the chopsticks."

"I want to sit between Mommy and uncle." Lingqile is going to be coquettish again now, leaving the original position and squeezing in the middle of lingjichen, who is not talking.

"son, come on, sit on dad's lap." Ling Jichen picks up Ling Qile, picks up a piece of fish, and carefully picks up the bone.

"uncle, mommy likes fish best. Give it to Mommy." Lingqi is glad to see that uncle...