"We haven't had Mommy's cooking in ages. Just yesterday, I was saying how much I miss her braised pork ribs, and today she cooked especially for us,"
the little guy said proudly and happily.
Ruan Tianling's face darkened.
"Are you sure it's for you?"
"Of course."
Ruan Tianling curled his lips into a sneer, "It's your mom cooking for me, not for you guys!"
Ansel retorted, "Mom definitely cooked it for us, right, Junqi?"
Junqi nodded unconditionally.
Ansel's little eyebrows were raised in triumph, "Daddy, Junqi and I are the youngest here, Mommy will definitely favor us."
Ruan Tianling smiled faintly, "Don't be too happy too soon. I've been busy with work lately and have no appetite unless it's your mom's cooking, so she definitely cooked it for me!"
"No, it's cooked for us by Mommy!"
"You little rascal, that's mine!"
"That's ours!"
Father and son bickering childishly —
Junqi was very confused, what are they doing?
