Early in the morning, Jing Jihan hadn't yet stepped out of the bedroom when he heard the conversation between the mother and daughter outside.
"So, which tastes better, the steak Mommy cooked or the steak Uncle Ji Han cooked?" Shi Su's voice was much lower.
Mianmian earnestly took a bite of the steak, then smacked her lips and innocently praised, "They're both delicious!"
"No, you have to compare and find out which one's better. Is it Mommy's steak that's tastier?" Shi Su leaned close to Mianmian and asked softly.
Mianmian looked at Mommy with a face full of dilemma.
Shi Su stared intently at her little daughter who was about to betray her.
No way was she going to let her recent neck injury give that man's cooking a win over Mianmian's taste buds, she'd lose face!
Looking at Mommy's expectant eyes, Mianmian swallowed her steak and said awkwardly, "Mommy's steak and Uncle Ji Han's steak taste different."
Shi Su suddenly turned cold-faced, expressionless: "So his is tastier?"
