Little Pudding took one look at the oddly shaped fried egg and made a disgusted face: "Mom's fried egg is so pretty, but this one is so ugly."
Ye Qilan's expression darkened slightly. This kid really doesn't know how to talk.
Little Pudding took a bite, then spit it out with an equally disgusted look: "It doesn't taste good."
Su Hongxing held back her laughter and said to Little Pudding, "How about Mom makes you a few more fried eggs?"
Little Pudding's eyes curved into happy crescents, nodding enthusiastically. When Su Hongxing brought out the fried eggs, Little Pudding was so thrilled that he danced around: "Dad, Mom's fried egg is so pretty and so delicious."
Ye Qilan felt a pang in his heart. So, there's no pain without comparison—Su Hongxing is deliberately trying to one-up him, isn't she?
"I made a few for you too. Want to try?" Su Hongxing, knowing Ye Qilan felt defeated, had already come up with a plan to console him.
