Meng Shuyan fluttered his big eyes, then sat on Jiang Jinghuai's lap, slowly holding the large bowl. He took a sip of the beef noodle soup, and then a few more gulps. Slurp, slurp, the little guy seemed a bit thirsty.
The ice cream from earlier had melted after only a few bites.
Truth be told, in summer, normal people don't have much appetite for anything and just want to be idle watermelon eaters. The little guy was no different; after enjoying a taste of the soup and nibbling a piece of beef, he stayed quiet.
Of course, Tian Sangsang was not a "normal person." She was pregnant now, so she had a very healthy appetite.
Jiang Jinghuai didn't even touch the noodles, his gaze fixed on the door, lost in some unknown thought.
