Knowing that Xia Yuxun's friends in City A and his son were coming to play, Ye Jinyan, as the host, warmly wanted to entertain them.

The hospitality was unbelievable. At noon, the group went to Lanqiao, the most famous private restaurant in Xiangcheng, at the invitation of Ye Jinyan.

Everyone sat down, Ye Jinyan thoughtfully asked everyone about their taste preferences and taboos, and then helped them order food.

The taste of Xiangcheng food is a bit sweet. Although Xia Yuxun is not accustomed to it, it fits the tastes of the sweet-hearted father and daughter Ou Mingxuan. The two of them ate so happily that Xiaoya's head was almost buried in the bowl.

As for Xiao Bai... From the first second Ye Jinyan appeared, he was in a state of preparation, with a pair of **** grape-like eyes looking at him vigilantly and repellingly from time to time, even being somewhat defensive against Yan Zihua.

Xia Yuxun was a little bit dumbfounded, this little guy was quite protective of Leng Sichen, but it was a pity that someone didn't know.

At the same time, in a secluded box in Lanqiao.

The gray-haired old man was sitting at the table, and the chopsticks stopped moving after a table of dishes.

The huge box and the table full of delicacies make it even colder.

"Old Tang, is the food unpalatable?" the manager waiting on the side asked tremblingly.

Tang Zhen didn't speak, and stood up on crutches with an unhappy expression.

My appetite has always been bad these days, so I thought about changing my taste, but I still couldn't eat a bite.

It's not that the dishes are unpalatable, but it's boring to eat alone.

So what if I finally found my son? In the end, he was still alone.

The driver waiting at the door saw Tang Zhen coming out so quickly, and glanced at the sweaty manager, then hurried to support him, and tentatively asked, "Master, do you want to change the house?"

It has been several days, and the old man has been having a bad appetite. He went to the hospital for an examination, but there was no problem, and they were so anxious that they would go round.

Tang Zhen didn't answer, but suddenly changed his face, staring blankly in a certain direction not far away.

The driver followed his line of sight and saw only three men, two women and two children eating at a table. He thought that the old man envied other people's lively meals and didn't think much about it.

In fact, he knew in his heart that the old man was just lonely, and the son who preferred to find it hard to get back was withdrawn.

Tang Zhen tremblingly leaned on a cane, and stood in the corridor full of purple flowers for a long time and did not intend to leave until a little boy on the table took a plate and walked towards the self-service pastry area near them. Come.

When the driver saw the little boy's appearance, he was shocked and almost exclaimed.

This... the look of this child...

The little boy walked to the pastry area, instead of choosing from the west, he glanced around, then neatly and elegantly took a caramel pudding, a strawberry mousse, and a black forest cake.

After the little boy finished taking the dessert he wanted, he was about to leave. He seemed to have discovered something. He suddenly raised his head and looked straight in the direction of the corridor, facing the old man who was looking here in the corridor.

When the old man saw him looking over, his expression was obviously agitated, and he almost walked directly towards him.

The little boy blinked suspiciously, and after hearing the urging of "Xiaobai Xiaobai Xiaobai, where is my pudding pudding" behind him, he quickly turned and left.

The old man's shoulders immediately collapsed, his face full of sorrow.

The driver was surprised to see, is this kid...that kid...