Soon after, Han Qing went to wash his hands while everyone took their seats. The people sitting at the table were familiar with each other. The meal should have gone on smoothly, but because of Yan and Han Qing, the atmosphere was awkward.
Yan was acting like an ostrich and did not dare to look up or talk to Han Qing. She was merely eating her rice, and Han Qing did not say much either. His gaze was calm as if nothing had happened.
Han Muzi felt that she needed to take extreme measures as she thought that they could not go on like this. She was a bit embarrassed to do it in front of Little Bean, so she secretly hinted at her son.
Little Bean was indeed her son. He immediately understood the hint and put down his bowl and chopsticks. “Mommy, Uncle, Aunt Yan, I’ve finished eating. I’ll go back to my room first.”
Han Muzi acted accordingly after hearing it. “You’re full already? You ate so little. You don’t want more?”
Little Bean shook his head. “I can’t eat anymore, Mommy.”