"Mom, is the Hami melon flavor good?"
"No."
The little one froze, unable to say, "Let me have a bite."
"Is your vanilla flavor good?"
"Mine isn't good either." The little one copied her.
"Since it isn't good, Mommy will help you eat some of it."
Shen Muyan quickly lowered her head and took a bite.
It was already too late for the little one to protect her ice cream.
She stared at the ice cream, a huge chunk missing. That bite felt like it had landed right on her heart.
Although the rich woman's lips were beautiful, the little one hated them right now.
"Mom, I'll help you eat some too."
The little one leaned her head over, wanting a bite as well, but the rich woman held down her head.
Not long after they finished the ice cream, dinner was ready.
It was a lavish spread.
The little one was both hungry and greedy.
"Wow, Garlic Ribs, my favorite."
"Wow, Spicy Shrimp, my favorite."
"Wow, Golden Steamed Egg Custard, my favorite."
"Wow..."
Lu Xiyao's open little mouth was stuffed with a whole garlic clove.
"Don't spit it out. Eat it."
Shen Muyan spoke coldly, her tone commanding.
The little one stopped going "wow."
The garlic clove had been picked out of the Garlic Ribs. It was actually quite tasty.
It had absorbed the flavor well.
But the little one still preferred the meat.
The family of three, plus Xiaomi, cleaned their plates.
Every last dish was finished.
Xiaomi washed the dishes.
During the leisurely evening, the three of them played Chinese checkers.
The loser had to get paper strips stuck on their face.
Chinese checkers could train the little one's decision-making skills and concentration.
An hour later, Lu Qin had turned the little one into a little