Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Why was her plate not decreasing at all even though she was endlessly eating?

Burp!

Song Yaoyao burped and dropped her chopsticks with tears in her eyes. She shook her head like a rattle-drum.

“I can’t eat anymore!”

Usually, Huo Yunque was the only one who fed her, yet she could barely handle it. Now that there was another man who ‘loved’ her, Song Yaoyao felt…

…this sweet burden was too heavy!

Huo Ningxi sat in the corner, as quiet as an invisible person.

When he heard Song Yaoyao speak, he could not help but look at her.

“Eat a little more, your appetite is like a kitten, how can you be healthy like this?” Song Wenchuan picked up the meat from her plate and brought it to her lips.

Huo Yunque curled his lips and slowly picked up the spoon. “Take a sip of the soup to warm up.”

Song Yaoyao: “…”

“No!” She covered her mouth. If she ate any more, she would spit it out.

“I won’t eat it! Absolutely not!”

Huo Tian’s eyes lingered on Song Wenchuan’s hand, and a look of envy flashed across her eyes.

“Aiya, Mr. Song and Yaoyao’s relationship is so good. It’s so enviable!”

“Okay.” Song Wenchuan put down his chopsticks helplessly and shrugged. “I only have this little sister, so I spoil her a bit. Please forgive me.”

He took out a tissue to wipe Song Yaoyao’s mouth and patted her back with his big palm.

Song Yaoyao grinned and quietly tugged at the corner of Song Wenchuan’s shirt.

It was as if she was living in heaven. God was so kind to her.

After dinner, it was time to give out the New Year’s money.

Huo Zexi was much bolder now. He knew that with Song Yaoyao around, he would not be punished even if he was a little cheeky tonight.

He actually walked up to Song Yaoyao and Huo Yunque with a smile and cupped his fists. “Happy New Year, Uncle and Auntie! I wish you a prosperous new year!”

“Pfff…”

Song Yaoyao asked, “Is the next sentence asking for a red packet?”

Huo Zexi was dazzled by her bright smile and quickly nodded. “Auntie understands me!”

“But… I’m not prepared. Can I transfer the money?”

Song Yaoyao touched her pocket and realized that she did not even bring her cell phone. She pursed her lips and looked at Huo Yunque for help.

This was the first time she had looked at him the whole night.

Huo Yunque shook his head in annoyance and held her shoulder. “Don’t bother her. Go to Huo Qi and get two packets each.”

“Woo!”

“Wow!”

“You’re awesome, Small Uncle! Thank you, Small Auntie!”

“I wish that Auntie will become more and more beautiful!”

Huo Zexi sighed. “Those who believe in Auntie will live forever!”

…as well as a red packet and a sports car!

Song Yaoyao blinked innocently. “He sounds so superstitious.”

“Pfff…”

Huo Yunque pinched her little face, took out a red packet from his pocket, and stuffed it into her hand. “Here, a red packet for this little child.”

“Huh?”

Song Yaoyao held the red packet. She squeezed it and it felt thin. What was inside?

“Do I get red packets too?”

After Huo Zexi and his cousins each received two thick red packets, he saw Huo Yunque stuffing red packets into Song Yaoyao’s hand.

He stopped in his tracks. “Damn… Uncle sure knows how to torture us!”

So it wasn’t that he didn’t prepare red packets. He simply prepared one!

And he gave it to his little sweetheart!

“Hey, what do you think is in Small Auntie’s red packet?”

“It’s a credit card, right? It looks pretty thin.”

“Should be?”

Huo Zexi moved to sit next to Huo Ningxi who was sitting on the sofa playing with his phone. He asked softly, “Hey, Bro, have Uncle and Auntie always been this mushy? Then, if you live here, aren’t you fed a display of affection every day?”

Huo Ningxi’s breathing stopped.