Wen Jiaren's hand, paused in the act of wiping Mu Xiao's mouth, sent ripples through her heart upon hearing the little guy's words, "Because you made it, both Daddy and I especially love to eat it." She was moved and at the same time felt a warmth envelop her.
The little guy, having spoken, looked towards Mu Qian, "Right, Daddy?"
Mu Qian glanced at him again, "Eat the red dates in your bowl too."
"Oh, okay."
Mu Xiao immediately nodded and used his spoon to dig for the red dates in his bowl. It took him several tries before he finally scooped one into his little mouth.
After eating and spitting out the pit, he pressed Mu Qian again, "Daddy, you still haven't answered me, am I right?"
Mu Qian looked towards Wen Jiaren, who was bowing her head without looking at him, and extended his chopsticks towards her elegant and expensive white porcelain plate to pick up a slice of boiled beef, saying, "From now on, you'll be in charge of the kitchen at home."
Wen Jiaren nodded, "Okay."
