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"Yaoyao, eat more."

"Eat slowly, look at you, your mouth is all messed up."

Fu Xuan served the little girl food while wiping her mouth with a tissue.

She moved somewhat clumsily, but she used very little force, afraid of hurting Lu Yao.

"Daddy's cooking is delicious!"

The little girl's cheeks were chubby, her mouth was full of food, and she spoke unclearly.

Lu Ze put down his chopsticks, looked at the scene of motherly love and filial piety in front of him, and smiled happily.

Fu Xuan was genuinely happy that his daughter was able to accept him.

Fu Xuan was in a flurry of activity when she looked up and saw Lu Ze looking at them with a maternal smile, which immediately made her furious.

"What are you looking at? Eat your food!" She glared at him.

The little girl sitting between the two seemed to have thought of something. She stretched out her short little arms, struggled to pick up a piece of meat, and carefully handed it to Fu Xuan's bowl.

"Fu Xuan's mother eats."

Then he picked up another piece and put it in Lu Ze's bowl.

"Eat poop."

The main idea is to ensure that everyone receives equal treatment.

Fu Xuan paused for a moment, looked down at the piece of meat in the bowl, and felt a surge of inexplicable warmth in his heart.

Faced with such an obedient daughter, her anger vanished, and she immediately changed her expression, praising Lu Yao incessantly.

"Good girl, much better than your dad."

A cozy dinner ended amidst the bickering and arguing of the family of three.

After the meal, Fu Xuan went into his room.

Lu Yao sat on the living room sofa watching TV, his short legs swinging back and forth, completely absorbed in the show.

Lu Ze, on the other hand, continued to be a stay-at-home husband, washing dishes in the kitchen.

He quickly washed the dishes and put them back in the cupboard.

He dried his hands and walked out of the kitchen into the living room, but did not see Fu Xuan.

"Yaoyao, where is your mother, Fu Xuan?" Lu Ze asked.

"Yaoyao doesn't know."

The little girl stared intently at the television, not even turning her head.

Lu Ze was about to go into the room to look for it when the door opened.

Fu Xuan came out of the room, holding a delicate little box in his hand, the surface of which was carved with fine patterns.

"It must be a gift for the little girl," Lu Ze thought to himself.

At the same time, he was also very curious about what Fu Xuan would give his daughter.

So the three of them sat down on the sofa together.

"Yaoyao, look, this is a gift from Fu Xuan's mother." Fu Xuan held the box in his palm, his tone much gentler than usual.

Upon hearing that she would receive a gift, the little girl immediately turned her head away from the appliance screen and looked at Fu Xuan with a happy expression.

She remembered the small bottle that her older sister, Daheita, had given her, and wondered what good things Fu Xuan's mother would give her.

Seeing the child's condition, Fu Xuan didn't keep him in suspense any longer.

She opened the small box in her hand, and the lid flipped open, revealing a finely crafted silver lock lying quietly inside. The lock was engraved with delicate cloud patterns and gleamed with a warm luster under the light.

It turned out to be a longevity lock.

Lu Ze was even more excited than Lu Yao at this moment.

He knew this thing all too well—a longevity lock.

This is the best blessing that elders can give to younger generations, and it is also an unreserved recognition of the child.

The fact that Fu Xuan could produce such an item shows that she truly regarded Lu Yao as her own daughter.

It seems that the culture of the fairy boat is indeed the same as that of its own country, and even such customs have been passed down.

Lu Yao was still young and didn't understand the deeper meaning. She only knew that the little lock was sparkly and very beautiful.

She raised her bright eyes and smiled sweetly at Fu Xuan.

"Thank you, Madam Fu Xuan."

Fu Xuan gave a soft "hmm," reached out and put the silver lock on her wrist, carefully adjusted the clasp, and lingered his fingertips on the little girl's hair for a moment before slowly withdrawing them.

She looked at the obedient little girl who was letting her do whatever she wanted, and a tender smile appeared on her lips.