Chapter 2257
As soon as he came in, the three authoritative members of the family looked over. Ruanlin Family and Shu Jiao weren’t bothered by his petty sulk and glanced at him briefly before looking away. Only Jiaojiao waved at him, "Dad, come have some chicken soup. You didn’t drink the chicken soup Grandma made earlier."
The hollow-hearted Ruan Jianguo perked up at her words, his eyes lighting up, as he cheerfully walked over. He even took the chance to glance at Duan Xi with a sense of pride.
But when he saw the big bowl of chicken soup in front of Duan Xi and the skimpy broth in his own bowl, his face fell, and the chicken soup in his mouth lost its flavor.
He even shot a fierce glare at Duan Xi from time to time.
Duan Xi caught the threatening look from him and pretended not to see it. He lowered his head, drinking the chicken soup Jiaojiao had ladled for him out of pity, finding it incredibly delicious.
After dinner, since Jiaojiao had slept all afternoon, she wasn’t sleepy that night. She nestled on the sofa downstairs, watching TV.
Duan Xi brought out two plates of sliced cantaloupe from the kitchen, placing one plate in front of Ruanlin Family and Shu Jiao, and holding the other, feeding Jiaojiao, who was laughing heartily at the TV show.
Since childhood, Duan Xi always pampered Jiaojiao like this, even in front of the elders. But after breaking the last layer of relationship, some actions gave a more distinctive feel than before.
It was an unspeakable closeness and ambiguity.
But before the people involved felt anything, Ruan Jianguo’s eyelids twitched as he watched. His big hand reached over, blocking between them, and took away the plate of cantaloupe from Duan Xi, saying, "I’ll do it!!"
Then he used his big dark paw to pick up a piece of cantaloupe and brought it close to Jiaojiao.
"..." Jiaojiao.
Looking at the big dark paw in front of her, she held back but finally couldn’t help it: "Dad, why don’t you feed Mom."
Compared to the big dark paw, she really preferred Duan Xi’s hand, fair and slender, with distinct joints, perfectly capable of hand modeling.
That big dark paw was better left to her mom.
Jiaojiao spoke tactfully, trying not to hurt Dad’s self-esteem, but Shu Jiao wasn’t like that. Seeing Dad indeed brought over a piece of cantaloupe, she immediately frowned and refused, "No, it ruins my appetite."
"???" Ruan Jianguo?
He didn’t understand what she meant.
It wasn’t until he saw Duan Xi’s hand wave in front of him that he understood, his face turning dark.
He felt he needed to correct the aesthetics of the two women in the family: "A man’s hand should be like mine." Although it’s dark, it’s manly! Unlike Duan Xi’s, which looks more like a woman’s to him.
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something and felt a bit wronged: "Sweetie, when you were little, you said Dad’s hand was pretty, didn’t you forget?"
Jiaojiao was somewhat incredulous. Did she really say something so against her conscience when she was little?
"You said these are the hardworking hands that raised you, the most beautiful hands in the world!"
Jiaojiao then remembered. She might have actually said that as a child, but she primarily complimented her big brother’s hands and then praised Ruan Jianguo’s a little by the way.
Thinking of this, Jiaojiao just saw Ruan Hao coming in from outside, bringing with him a gust of snow and wind. She quickly got off the sofa, ran over, and used a feather duster to brush away the snow from his body.