Maybe Du Jiayi didn't dare to be too casual when she sat in Su Ji and felt such an ancient atmosphere.

Liu Zihao got his mother's permission and quickly trotted all the way to Feng Ruoru and the others.

Feng Ruoru waited for Liu Zihao to come over, picked up two pieces of Shaqima and handed them to him: "Liu Zihao, this belongs to you and your mother. Take it over and give it to the aunt to try."

Liu Zihao looked at it and said, "My mother doesn't eat anything."

Feng Ruoruo said seriously: "No, Dad's snacks are all shared with everyone, so you have to take them to the aunt."

Seeing Feng Ruoruo insisting so much, the little boy had to take two pieces and quickly ran back and gave his mother one piece.

"Mom, I'll give it to you."

Seeing this, Du Jiayi naturally didn't want it: "Mom doesn't want it anymore, you can eat less, we still have to eat."

But Liu Zihao was still very persistent: "No, mom, you must eat it. Feng Ruoruo said that dim sum should be shared with everyone. You are my mom, and you must eat it too."

When Du Jiayi heard this, she was really stunned for a moment. She took the Shaqima from her son's hand and turned her head to look over there.

Feng Ruoruo saw Liu Zihao's mother looking at her and said with a smile: "Auntie, you eat too. It's made by my parents and it's delicious."

At this moment, seeing the little girl’s innocent smile made Du Jiayi stunned. She never thought that she would see such an innocent and cute little girl who really had no evil thoughts.

Almost subconsciously, Du Jiayi nodded and said, "Okay, Auntie."

Liu Zihao gave the snack to his mother. Seeing that his mother didn't say anything, he quickly trotted all the way and returned to Feng Ruoru and the others.

Du Jiayi originally wanted to say something, but she was very happy to see her son playing with three little girls. When she said that, she swallowed it back, so she could only let her son play for a while.

Seeing that the children and parents were starting to eat there, Du Jiayi looked down at the Shaqima on her hand.

Finally, she broke off one piece and slowly put a small piece into her mouth.

"Crack"

Crispy, soft, sweet but not greasy, accompanied by a nutty aroma and a slight sourness of the dried fruit.

The moment I ate it, it seemed as if the taste buds on my tongue were opened to a new world.

Du Jiayi was really surprised. She never thought that such ordinary and traditional Shaqima could be made so delicious. It cannot be said that it is the most delicious in the world, but this tastes really good.

In comparison, Du Jiayi feels that every time she goes to those very famous Western dessert shops, the desserts she buys for her son are really not as delicious as the ordinary piece of Shaqima in her hand.

I looked over there and looked at my son and three little girls, and the elegant and warm atmosphere of this small restaurant.
Chapter completed!