Ye Rumeng smiled and fed him another piece.
Luo Zifeng took it from her hand, truly feeling it was the most delicious cookie he ever had.
"Why did you think of making cookies?" he asked.
Xinran laughed adorably, "Aunt Xiaoyu's graduation ceremony is in a few days. I plan to make cookies to give her."
Luo Zifeng suddenly looked at Ye Rumeng, "Do you have water?"
Ye Rumeng quickly said, "I'll get you a cup."
After saying that, she left.
As soon as she walked away, Luo Zifeng looked at Xinran, "Sweetheart, you could choose something else to give her, skip the homemade cookies."
"Why?" Xinran was puzzled.
Luo Zifeng said calmly, "Because Daddy and Mommy haven't enjoyed anything you've made by hand, how can you give it to someone else first?"
Hearing this from him, Xinran felt there was some logic to it.
"Then what should I give her?"
"Give her what other people usually give, nothing too precious. That's the way to interact with people."
Xinran still didn't understand.
