Dad Was the Most Biased

The next day was exactly the day the babies turned six months old.

Zhou Chenglei got up at his usual time. He skipped his morning run and went straight to the kitchen to practice cooking rice cereal, hoping to beat his father-in-law to giving the children their first taste of rice cereal in their lives.

But as soon as he entered the kitchen, Father Jiang got up as well and took the small pot from his hands. "Go for your run. I'll handle it."

Zhou Chenglei said, "I'm just practicing. Dad, you cook first, and I'll learn from the side."

Father Jiang was very pleased with Zhou Chenglei's attitude and began teaching him. "Rice cereal is indeed very easy to burn, so you need to practice more. Otherwise, if the children eat scorched rice cereal, they'll easily get overheated."

As it turned out, Father Jiang had not cooked in more than twenty years. The bottom of the first pot of rice cereal burned, while the middle was still uncooked.

"It's been too long since I last cooked, so I'm rusty. The next pot will be fine."

Thus, by the time Jiang Dong woke up and came over, more than a dozen bowls of rice cereal were lined up on the kitchen counter.

The moment Father Jiang saw him, he said, "You're up? Breakfast is ready. Come eat! Your brother-in-law cooked it himself."

Jiang Dong: "..."

Jiang Xia had also gotten up by then and walked in.

Jiang Dong immediately said, "Sis, Brother-in-law cooked breakfast for you."

Father Jiang said, "That was cooked for you. Your sister doesn't eat this. Xia Xia, wait a moment. The noodles will be ready soon."

"..." Jiang Dong could not help muttering, "Dad is the most biased!"

Father Jiang said, "Your sister has to nurse