Gu Li complained with a bitter face.
Only then did Mo Shiting give up.
He jokingly ruffled her hair and said, "You usually eat no less than you do now."
"..."
Gu Li had her mouth full and couldn't talk. She could only glare at him, of course, while taking the opportunity to kick him under the table.
Watching the two of them flirt as if no one else was there, Old Master Mo silently bowed his head and ate his meal. He had never experienced such a drawn-out mealtime.
It seemed that in the future, he would only invite Little Pear to come home for dinner.
As for that rascal Mo Shiting, hmph, he could get lost. Better yet, never return, so that he won't turn into a light bulb.
...
Not long after dinner, it was time to enjoy the moonlight.
Previous Mid-Autumn Festivals at the Mo's house were very quiet.
However, this year was much more lively because of Gu Li.
The servants had set up several tables on the open grassy yard, laden with various fruits.