Seeing that crystal clear tears were about to roll down, he looked so pitiful that I felt sorry for him. Even the people behind him who were waiting to watch the show sighed to themselves. This kid has the potential to be a big star.
What a talent. If we don't send him to become a star in the future, it would be a waste of talent.
"You two, father and son, if you keep doing this, I won't go with you." This boy really thought that she was his mother, and he was still crying. An Luoluo let go and leaned on him angrily.
Situ Ran's arms were just about to stay away from them, but unexpectedly her feet weakened. Otherwise, Situ Ran quickly reached out to support her, and she might have fallen.
"Luoluo, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that her face was a little pale, Situ Ran hugged her with a nervous look on his face.
"Mom, are you okay?" Situ Lan was also frightened by her, and the pitiful expression on his face was replaced by a worried expression.
"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." An Luoluo leaned weakly on Situ Ran's body.
When Situ Ran heard this, he immediately picked her up without saying a word and walked quickly to her destination. Situ Lan stopped making trouble and followed her obediently.
The group of people following them looked at each other, with playful smiles on their lips. They didn't miss the weird smile on An Luoluo's face just now. The father and son were nervous for nothing.
I don’t know if they were tricked, but only An Luoluo can deal with them, and she has the best tricks.
Everyone agreed to have a big dinner together, but when the waiter put dishes that were lighter than the last on the table, there were more and more black lines on everyone's faces.
"Who's in charge of ordering?" An Xiaomo pointed at the dishes on the table that turned off his appetite at first sight, frowning so hard he could kill a mosquito.
"Yes, who ordered these dishes? Are they for monks and nuns?" The corner of An Bingyuan's mouth twitched. She was not so stoic yet.
"I heard it was my father who did something good." Situ Lan bit one end of the chopsticks and pointed his hand at someone who was serving An Luoluo eating porridge.
"I said, dear son-in-law, we are not so poor that we have to eat such a shabby meal." If you say this, you will really laugh to death, and Geng Jingrou's forehead cramps.
"Luoluo can only eat light meals now." Without paying attention to the people's rebellious expressions, Situ Ran leisurely fed An Luoluo the love porridge cooked by Situ Lan himself, without any guilt at all.
"We don't need it." I thought that coming with them to have a big meal would be a good experience, but who knew that all the dishes that were served were unappetizing, Mu Yuanchen said disappointedly.
"What, do you have any objections?" The ice-like gaze shot at him with a swish.
"Haha~ No objection, of course I have no objection. In fact, eating something lighter occasionally is good for physical and mental health, don't you think so?" Mu Yuanchen said to everyone with a smile on his face.
"We are all people with heavy tastes, this is light..." Boiled green vegetables and salted tofu, An Xiaomo frowned with disapproval on his face.
"Ahem, we share blessings and share hardships. Let's just make do with this meal. When I get better, I'll treat you all to a good meal." In fact, An Luoluo didn't expect Situ Ran to be like this.
After arranging the dishes, I was moved and felt a little sorry for everyone. It was really a sin to sacrifice the appetites of so many people just for myself.
