Lan Xin Ai cooked tomato meatballs and just placed them on the table when the maid's voice rang out: "Young Master."
"Hubby, you're back! I just made meatballs," Lan Xin Ai turned around and saw Xi Yemo walking over.
"Daddy."
Little Yan fell into Xi Yemo's arms, and after a moment of affection between father and son, they sat on chairs and ate the meatballs.
The broth's seasoning was very fresh, and Little Yan ended up with tomato sauce all over his mouth.
"Wifey, your cooking is getting better and better," Xi Yemo praised.
"Of course."
Lan Xin Ai blinked her big eyes with absolute confidence.
After dinner, the three of them made a video call to Elder Lady Xi in Chicago, creating an incredibly warm atmosphere.
"Mommy, I want to sleep with you." Every time Little Yan came home from school, he was especially attached to Lan Xin Ai.
Xi Yemo narrowed his eyes: "Only little kids like to sleep with their mommy."
"I'm a little kid," Little Yan muttered.
