My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 683

Chapter 683: Chapter 675: The Drama Continues Chapter 683: Chapter 675: The Drama Continues So, Wei Jiani was raised by Wei Tian that way, and it must be said, it was absolutely, one hundred percent heredity.

Otherwise, if they have the same mother, how could their temperaments be so drastically different?

Tang Zhinian pinched his son’s face, “Yeah, you’ve grown up, becoming a big boy now.”

Chengcheng puffed out his little chest, looking quite proud of himself.

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“Let’s go, time to eat.”

After drying his son’s hair a bit more with the towel, Tang Zhinian felt Chengcheng’s hair was almost dry and then led his son out.

“Sister.”

Chengcheng spotted Tang Yuxin, who was setting plates at the table, at a glance.

He ran over with his little chubby legs, moving very quickly.

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“You’ve grown taller, haven’t you?” Tang Yuxin measured her brother’s height with her hand, and indeed, he had grown.

The little one had finally become a big kid, and clearly, he was a lot taller than other children his age.

After all, both of their parents were quite tall, so it was natural for him not to be short.

One could already tell he was going to be tall and lanky in the future.

“Are you hungry?” Tang Yuxin patted her brother’s head, knowing that they couldn’t have had much good food in the car.

By now, they must be very hungry, especially since Chengcheng was still a child, growing fast and couldn’t afford to be hungry.

“Yeah, pretty hungry.”

Chengcheng held his little belly, truly feeling starved, especially after seeing all the dishes on the table.

He swallowed hard, eyeing all the delicious food that he liked.

Of course, everything was to his liking, as these were also his sister’s favorite dishes.

They were close siblings after all, so naturally, they shared the same tastes.

“Dad.”

Tang Yuxin looked up and smiled at Tang Zhinian.

Yes, it was wonderful that her dad hadn’t changed at all, still looking like a young and charming, middle-aged man.

However, Ren Li at home must be feeling the pressure, for who wouldn’t feel flustered having a husband who only seemed to be getting younger and more charming?

“Your hair has gotten long.”

Tang Zhinian touched his daughter’s hair.

He was just a child, so the affairs outside didn’t concern him, and with Gu Ning there to accompany him, he enjoyed his food very much.

And the food was good too—all dishes he liked.

He loved fish the most, and Gu Ning had given him plenty of deboned fish.

The pieces were just the right size to fit into his small mouth.

Outside, Tang Yuxin was still eating, focusing on a plate of food in front of her and not touching any of the other dishes.

Sang Zhilan and her daughter were truly starving.

They used their hands to grab the food and started eating, taking several bites to ease their hunger, before they started looking less like reincarnated starving ghosts.

“Tang Yuxin, get a serving of rice for me,”

Wei Jiani wiped her mouth with her sleeve, “And remember, give me an extra helping of rice.”

“Yuxin, get me a bowl too.

How can you not call me when the rice is ready?

What kind of daughter does that?”

“Exactly,” Wei Jiani took another piece of meat with her hand, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed away, her mouth slick with grease.

At that moment, Tang Yuxin truly felt that Jin Wenhan must be blind.

To be able to keep eating in the presence of such a woman, not starving to death or losing his appetite, anyone who could tolerate this type of woman was truly talented.

“Hurry up, what are you, dead?”

Seeing that Tang Yuxin hadn’t moved for a while, Wei Jiani cursed, not forgetting to keep stuffing rice into her mouth.

Then, suddenly, she spotted a pair of chopsticks conveniently placed in front of her.

It seemed that luck was on her side.

Aside from the chopsticks, there was also white rice.

Truly starving and dizzy with hunger, she reached out eagerly for the chopsticks, grabbing them forcefully with one hand and with the other hand grasping the bowl of rice.

However, when she yanked the chopsticks and rice toward her, her eyes widened suddenly, meeting a pair of cold, angry eyes.

With a clatter, the bowl she was holding fell to the ground, spilling all the big white rice grains on the floor.

“Nini, what are you doing?”

Upon seeing the rice on the floor, Sang Zhilan felt incredibly distressed.

Those who had never known hunger couldn’t understand the feeling and certainly didn’t cherish food the same way.

As she bent down to pick up the chopsticks from the floor, she noticed a pair of large feet had appeared in front of her without her knowing.

They were a man’s feet.