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Mr. and Mrs. Xia ca back, and Aunt Zhao naturally had to go buy a lot of ingredients to prepare a sumptuous al for a family reunion.

During the al, Xia Nuo ntioned the new tenant who moved in next door. Her parents listened and sighed, "Poor kid, having a mom like that."

"Yeah, his mom doesn’t care about him, just gives him money, and he buys his food outside." Xia Nuo still didn’t have a good impression of Leng Yan’s mom.

Mrs. Xia was a very warm-hearted woman, and she said to Aunt Zhao, "Why not make an extra dish when that child cos over to eat."

Aunt Zhao nodded in agreent, and Xia Nuo knew that this ant her mom agreed to let Leng Yan often co over for als.

She imdiately squinted with a smile, feeling so delighted. Haha, now soone could help her finish the food, and she wouldn’t be forced to eat so much anymore.

Mr. and Mrs. Xia were only back for a few days this ti and were going to leave again. The project Mr. Xia was in charge of was quite large, and it would probably take at least half a year to complete.

Mrs. Xia was actually a very good homaker, and when she was ho, everything was managed so neatly.

The next day, Mrs. Xia personally went grocery shopping, planning to cook Xia Nuo’s favorite dishes.

Sigh, that girl had a poor appetite, was a picky eater, and had a mild eating disorder. She always racked her brain thinking about what to cook for her.

After preparing the al, Mrs. Xia recalled the child next door that she hadn’t t yet, so she asked Xia Nuo to invite him over for a al. Xia Nuo easily got Leng Yan to co; as long as there was food, that kid never refused.

Leng Yan was very good-looking, almost nine years old, with a slim build but no flesh, looking so skinny that he was almost like a human skeleton.

Being a mother herself, Mrs. Xia felt sorry seeing him like that. She gently pulled him to sit down, saying kindly, "Good child, co eat at Auntie’s house from now on. Your sister Xia Nuo often eats alone, and she doesn’t have a good appetite. With you eating with her, she might eat a bit more too."

Leng Yan looked at Xia Nuo, his bright eyes showing no expression.

He nodded in agreent.

Xia Nuo internally complained, "You brat, did soone sew your mouth shut? Would it kill you to say ’good’?"

But this kid really didn’t like talking; getting a word out of him was incredibly hard.

Mrs. Xia, being knowledgeable and understanding a lot, didn’t think Leng Yan was impolite. It was clear from a glance that the child had issues with his personality. With no one to care for him and a mother like that, no wonder he was reticent.

Fortunately, he wasn’t shy or introverted. From that day onwards, he would co over promptly at altis. After spending several days together, whenever he saw Mr. and Mrs. Xia, he politely greeted them, "Hello, Uncle and Auntie."

Knowing he wasn’t an ill-mannered child, they felt even more at ease letting him eat with them.

They weren’t worried about him eating too much; after all, how much could one child possibly eat? Even if they had to feed ten kids like Leng Yan, they could afford it. What they feared was the child being ungrateful and their kindness being taken for granted.

Mr. and Mrs. Xia left again, and Xia Nuo cheered loudly. She could finally watch ani and eat snacks unabated.

"Auntie said you can’t eat snacks," Leng Yan said seriously after putting down his bowl and chopsticks.

Xia Nuo lounged lazily on the sofa, not taking his words seriously at all. "You’re not the boss of ."

"I’ll tell Auntie."

"You tattletale!"

"You can’t eat snacks."

"I only eat them occasionally. Don’t I have the right to eat snacks?"

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