This brat was really keen on playing matchmaker!

As the dishes Brian ordered arrived, Rosalynn asked, "Sheldon, do you want me to help you eat?"

Before Sheldon could respond, Brian cut in, “You need to rest, you're pregnant. Let Sheldon's dad help him."

Sheldon had initially intended to assert that he could handle it on his own, but he suppressed those words and instead gazed at Lyndon with anticipation.

Lyndon looked at Brian with a cool gaze and chose not to engage in an argument.

He served a bowl of soup to Sheldon, suggesting gently, “Here, have some soup."

Sheldon eyed the bowl and remarked, "Oh good. No scallions in this."

Lyndon's eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. “You're not a fan of scallions either?"

“Nope, not at all."

Lyndon muttered to himself, "He's just like me!"

"Tilda mentioned that Sheldon is quite particular about his food."

Rosalynn had shared with him the foods Sheldon disliked, and Lyndon found it unexpected.

He hadn't anticipated Sheldon's eating preferences to align so closely with his own.

“Alright, open up," he prompted, starting to feed Sheldon.

Sheldon wrinkled his brow and pointed out, “Dad, you forgot to cool it down, Tilda always blows on the soup first."

Understanding, Lyndon nodded and gently blew on the soup. "How about now?"

Pleased, Sheldon nodded and tasted the soup. "You catch on quickly."

Lyndon was at a loss for words at Sheldon's comment.

Rosalynn observed Lyndon caring for the little boy with a warmth that reminded her of a father's love for his son.

She couldn't help but think that if Lyndon and Tilda were indeed an item, this boy should be regarded as their matchmaker.