His mother?
Something flashed through Fan Yu's mind. It was so fast that he didn't have time to catch it.
It was only the first time he heard the little guy say that he missed his mother. Fan Yu raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him again.
He couldn't help but feel curious. What kind of parents could give birth to such a stable child.
From what the little guy had mentioned earlier, there seemed to be only one mother and uncle among the parents. What about his father?
How come he had never heard him mention his father before?
"Your mother can make dumplings?"
Fan Yu's chopsticks paused, and his thin lips parted slightly.
Facing the small face in front of him, he always had the feeling that he was looking at a miniature version of himself.
His facial features were clearly not that similar to his, but that calm temperament of his really resembled him.