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"Chirp, chirp, let go of me, or you might fall!" Ye Fangfei gently guided her daughter, Little Moon, careful not to let her trip.
"Here, give it to me. I'll open it. You two stay inside and wait," said Tang Zhicheng as he finished washing his hands and approached.
"I made meat jelly; I've cut a plate. You can bring it in," Ye Fangfei handed him the canned food.
"Alright," Tang Zhicheng replied and stepped outside.
Ye Fangfei bent down to pick up her daughter. "Okay, let's sit here and wait. Daddy will bring it to you soon."
"Here we go, Little Moon, come here, Daddy will give you a piece."
Little Moon sat on her little chair at the dining table and smiled brightly when she saw Tang Zhicheng enter, revealing her tiny pearly teeth.
This dining set was handmade by Tang Zhicheng, designed based on Ye Fangfei's sketches of modern children's furniture.
Indeed, with this little table and chair, it was so convenient to seat Little Moon during mealtime.
Tang Zhicheng brought over a small iron bowl filled with a piece of peach meat. He used chopsticks to cut it into smaller pieces and handed Little Moon a tiny spoon so she could feed herself.
Ye Fangfei had already put a bib on her; if she struggled with the spoon, she could use her hands instead. The focus was on fostering independence.
After ensuring the child was taken care of, Ye Fangfei and Tang Zhicheng finally sat down at the dining table to eat.
Ye Fangfei had made wontons filled with pork and cabbage. Just before serving them, she sprinkled some cilantro on top and drizzled a few drops of sesame oil— the aroma was simply delightful.
Tang Zhicheng sat down and immediately began eating without saying a word. After a busy day, he had only managed a quick bite at the factory cafeteria for lunch and was truly hungry now.
Once he finished a bowl of wontons, he felt some relief in his stomach.
"Ah, this is comforting! These wontons are really good—delicious and warm," Tang Zhicheng exclaimed.
"If it's good, eat more! There's still some left in the pot; I'll get you another bowl," Ye Fangfei said as she stood up with his bowl and headed for the kitchen.
Not only did Ye Fangfei serve Tang Zhicheng another bowl, but she also dished out a few wontons for Little Moon.
At just over a year old, Little Moon could already eat like an adult.
Having finished her piece of peach meat—which wasn't very big—Tang Zhicheng took another bite for himself and divided it into small pieces; there were only four or five pieces left.
Though she was small, they couldn’t give her too much food.
"Little Moon, come on, it's time to eat!" Ye Fangfei said as she took away the bowl that had contained the peach meat and placed the wonton bowl in front of her daughter.
She wiped Little Moon's little hands clean and handed her the spoon to encourage her to eat by herself.
No matter where she goes, she always finds a way to make things difficult for herself.
"Sister-in-law, what did your brother say about that matter? Has anything been settled?" Tang Zhicheng had eaten enough to feel somewhat chatty.
"Ah, nothing's been decided. I doubt it will work out," she replied.
This woman just wants to find someone to marry so she doesn't have to go to the countryside. There's really nothing more to say about that.
It's fine if she wants a larger bride price, but she doesn't want a stepson—that's just unacceptable.
"My parents said Tingting could stay with them, but my brother disagrees," she continued.
That's understandable. A child without a mother is already pitiful enough. If the father were to abandon him too, even if the grandparents dote on him, he would still feel miserable inside. Ye Fangfei sighed.
Tang Zhicheng interjected, "I think your brother is right. If he doesn't want to find another wife, that's his choice, but he can't abandon his own son for a woman."
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