Before Han Zhuo's voice had even faded, Xiaoxigua suddenly struggled and lunged toward the dining table, his grayish-blue eyes fixed on the mutton bones rolling in the bronze pot. Zhou Miao'an hurriedly scooped him up, her fingertips brushing against the child's feverish forehead.
"How can a baby just a month old touch these things? Quickly carry him further away."
Su Shi's chopsticks, holding a piece of Dongpo Pork, froze mid-air, his dark-cyan scholar's robe stained dark by the steam. "Can't he eat it? Won't my little nephew crave it if he watches us eat?"
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