Wen Wan smiled and shook her head, saying nothing.
She has always been a woman who doesn't talk much nor asks too much.
She knew very well the temperaments of her two sons; if they both set their eyes on the same object or fell for the same woman, they wouldn't fight or compete, only quietly protect.
They would never become enemies over a woman.
"I want one with a vegetarian filling," he said.
Feng Jiu Mei walked over, stood behind Shen Cheng, tilting his head to look at her profile, his lips carrying a faint, seductive smile.
Feeling his breath on her, Shen Cheng stepped aside, gave him a cold glance, and then said to Wen Wan, "Mother-in-law, you make one for him."
Feng Jiu Mei's lips lifted in a teasing smile: "I want one made by you."
"But I want to use the bathroom now, I'm busy!"
After finishing her words, Shen Cheng put down the half-wrapped dumpling on the plate and turned to leave.
