“What did you say to him? Why does he look like he has been subdued by you?”Fan Yu crossed his arms and stood behind Qiao Yuanfei.

His gaze swept over fan fan, who was clinging to Qiao Yuanfei’s embrace.

This scene was similar to the first time Xiao Liuliu saw her.

Was she poisonous?

Did every child like her?

Xiao Liuliu was fine, but fan fan was a boy. Was it appropriate for her to hug him so intimately?

“… He’s fine. Do you know his name?”Qiao Yuanfei tried her best to remain calm and asked with difficulty.

“Why didn’t I tell you? His name is fan fan. He’s five and a half years old this year.”Fan Yu thought that she was just purely curious about fan fan, so he opened his thin lips slightly.

Qiao yuanfei swallowed her saliva. She wanted to say something more, but Xiao Liuliu had already pestered her and wanted to eat the dumplings.

The little glutinous rice ball had been nagging all day. She was really hungry.

Seeing that they had been talking and had forgotten about the dumplings, she instantly became anxious.

“I’ll go make the dumplings for them first.”

Qiao Yuanfei turned around in a daze and walked mechanically into the kitchen.

Her mind was full of question marks.

Why did the baby who was supposed to be abroad return to the country alone.

Didn’t Zhuo Liye go to pick up the baby personally? How could he not know that the baby was in the country.

The baby did not know Fan Yu at all. Why would he be here with fan Yu.

Also, if Fan Yu knew the baby’s identity..

“Miss Qiao, do you need help?”

The Butler walked into the kitchen and saw Qiao yuanfei staring blankly at a pile of ingredients. He asked worriedly.

“No, there’s no need… I can do it myself.”

Qiao yuanfei shook off the messy thoughts in her head and calmed herself down. She first made dumplings for them.

It was quite a coincidence.

Fan Yu liked to eat dumplings with the same fillings as fan fan. Xiao Liuliu was not picky about food and everything tasted delicious.

Qiao yuanfei swiftly wrapped the dumplings and began to boil them.

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Soon, four bowls of steaming hot soup dumplings were out of the pot.

The skin was thin and the fillings were thick. The bone soup was prepared beforehand and the soup was rich.

It was accompanied by a few vegetable hearts.

It looked beautiful, fragrant, and tasty.

In the dining room, Fan Yu had already brought two small dumplings and sat in a row when he smelled the fragrance.

He tied the napkins for them one by one.

As soon as he heard Qiao yuanfei say that the dumplings were ready, he immediately asked the butler to go in and help carry the dumplings.

When Qiao Yuanfei came out to sit down and placed a bowl of dumplings in front of him, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

“Actually, I’m not very hungry. It was Xiao Liuliu who insisted on eating the dumplings you made. However, since you’ve already cooked my portion, I’ll force myself to eat a little more.”

“…”

Qiao yuanfei glanced at him but did not say anything.

She quietly placed two small bowls of dumplings in front of fan fan and Xiao Liuliu, reminding them to eat slowly since it was hot.

Xiao Liuliu anxiously scooped up one of the dumplings and blew at it with her small mouth.

It was too hot to eat, so she looked at the empty space and ridiculed fan Yu.

“Papa Fan Yu is just like my papa, he blames everything on Xiao Liuliu, unlike Xiao Liuliu and little brother, who say they like it just because they like it.”

“…”

“Do you dare to say that you don’t like Auntie’s dumplings? Do you not like Auntie? Do you really not like it?”

“…”

The corners of Fan Yu’s mouth twitched, and he was speechless.

Fortunately, Little six-six now had a little brother, so his attention was quickly diverted.

With a small spoon in his mouth, he stared at fan fan with sparkling eyes.

“Little brother, have a taste of my aunt’s dumplings. They are definitely better than your mother’s!”

“…”

“Little six-six isn’t lying. My pretty aunt is very pretty, right?”

“…”

Fan fan drank a mouthful of soup and drooped down, not daring to reply.