"Think about your kindergarten; although the lunch is nice, it can't compare to what Xiao Fei makes. Thinking about how well I eat at home, I thought of you," Zhao Gushen explained with a fatherly concern.
"I feel for you!" Zhao Gushen sighed, "So, even if you can't eat it, at least you can look."
Xiao Mo: "..."
Ye Fei: "..."
"Xiao Fei! Look at Dad!" Xiao Mo asked from the depths of his soul, "Is he really my biological dad?"
"Only a real dad would do this. Otherwise, why would I bother with him?" Zhao Gushen immediately said.
"Alright, alright." Ye Fei saw the little guy's anxious red face.
Though he often makes Zhao Gushen feel defeated, Xiao Mo is, after all, only 4 years old.
No way he's a match for Zhao Gushen when it comes to verbal sparring.
"What do you want for dinner?" Ye Fei quickly asked Xiao Mo, "I'll prepare it well at home this afternoon."
"I want fried pork!" Xiao Mo said, puffing up his cheeks.
