The next morning, Chen Bin still made breakfast.
Worried that Zhao Xinmei would again not return home all day, he directly pushed open the master bedroom door, carrying a bowl of rice inside.
Zhao Xinmei had just woken up, her gaze still somewhat vacant.
Seeing the pumpkin porridge Chen Bin brought in, she shook her head with a bitter smile.
"If you were being attentive as my son, wouldn't that be great."
"I am your son, always have been."
Shaking her head, Zhao Xinmei lazily replied.
"Take it away, I'm going on a hunger strike today."
This statement left Chen Bin speechless.
"What's wrong with you, why a hunger strike?"
"From now on, every time you touch me, I'll go on a hunger strike for a day; if you touch me again, I'll do it for two days. If you're not afraid of starving me to death, keep it up."
As she spoke, Zhao Xinmei puffed out her cheeks, looking defiant.
Chen Bin never expected that his usually dignified godmother would resort to such tactics.
