And she, on the other hand, desperately wanted Jenna to wake up?
At the end of the day, he wondered just how unattractive was he to her?
This was the first time that Zivon had ever doubted his charm.
“You are quite kind.”Finally, Zivon said that and went downstairs.
Xavia did not understand him.
Kind? How was wishing for Jenna to wake up, being kind?
Did he not want Jenna to wake up?
Night.
Hot pots were cooking on the dining table. One of them was a pot of red and spicy soup, and the other was white and milky. The atmosphere was steaming hot and warm.
The fragrance of the hot pot was also wafting in the air, and it was very tempting.
“There are the octopus balls and shrimp paste that I love to eat too. I am so happy.” Yulia always held food in the utmost importance.
Maison had never eaten hot pot before, and he was very curious when he saw this new way of having a meal.
“How are we going to eat all these raw foods?”
“Brother Maison, you’re so stupid. You can just cook them in the soup,” Yulia said as she picked up a piece of beef tripe.
“Just do it like this. About seven to eight seconds. One, two, three, four… eight. Pick it up, dip it in the dipping sauce and eat it!
“Here, I’ll feed you.”
Maison opened his mouth and ate it. After that, his eyes widened. “It’s delicious!”
“It is delicious, right? Mommy and I love eating hot pot the most. Mommy will always eat hot pot whenever she is happy or unhappy.”
“That’s nice. My daddy will always have a straight expression on his face regardless of whether he is happy or unhappy. Oh, I forgot that he’s not my daddy anymore.”
The two children continued chatting as they ate.
Zivon frowned. He had taught Maison not to talk when he ate. Where did his manners go?
Most importantly, as soon as he saw the loving scene of the two little children getting along so harmoniously, he was not angry anymore.
It seemed as though this was the atmosphere of a home.
“Aren’t you eating?” Xavia sounded very surprised.
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