"It's the same wherever you eat!" Yu Jingchen said, and started snoring.
An Ning had no choice but to carefully get out of bed, then carry the tray downstairs.
At this moment, Yu Ziqian walked in, looking troubled. "Mom!"
An Ning quickly pulled the child over. "Are you hungry? Come, let's go have breakfast together!"
"No!" Yu Ziqian said sadly and anxiously.
"Then what's wrong?"
Yu Ziqian pointed at the bread cow in An Ning's hand. "Mom, put it down first."
An Ning put it down. "Go ahead."
Yu Ziqian held his mom's hand, speaking shyly. "Mom, will I really grow up to look as bad as Dad?"
"What do you mean 'as bad'? Does your dad look bad? I think he looks super handsome." An Ning said with a deliberately admiring expression.
Yu Ziqian pouted bitterly. "He's not handsome, he's so dark."
