There's not much food in the little baby's Qiankun Bag. If it weren't too small to fit everything, he might have stuffed it with all the snacks from his mom's space.
What's more infuriating is that it's not enough to fill his own Qiankun Bag, he has to fill the Qiankun Bags of his two little brothers too.
"Haha, it's indeed not lacking."
The little baby sheepishly rubbed the back of his head that his dad had patted.
"But who would complain about having too much good food? I can still squeeze more into my Qiankun Bag, it can still fit." He slapped his Qiankun Bag hanging on his waist with bravado.
Qian Jiyun: "!"
Well, this is indeed his son. Neither he nor An Jiuyue was this much of a foodie.
How did they give birth to such a character?
"Alright, I'll make some beef sauce for you. How about that, now go help your mom. You're all grown up, and you're still making her do everything for you."
Little baby: "..."
