Adjusting Records

Anjing Zhen was slightly taken aback again.

His gaze instinctively drifted toward the kitchen doorway, where his father's busy yet steady figure occasionally came into view, while his mother's cheerful voice reached his ears.

The corners of his lips lifted unconsciously, eventually forming a knowing smile. He nodded lightly. "Mm."

The Anjing couple seemed to cook together often, and they worked with remarkable efficiency. Before the conversation in the living room had gone on for long, the dining table was already covered with a variety of fragrant, colorful dishes.

Besides Nagoya Specialty Miso Pork Chop, golden and crispy tempura, and richly seasoned Dote-ni, there were plenty of tempting home-cooked dishes as well. Steam and fragrance mingled in the air, making everyone's mouths water.

The atmosphere at the table quickly grew lively under Kikou Misuzu's energetic lead.

As she constantly placed food onto the girls' plates and warmly urged them to eat more and not stand on ceremony, she naturally steered the topic toward her son.

"Little Zhen... how should I put it? Ever since he was little, he was different from other children."

Sister Misuzu continued serving food as she adopted a reminiscing expression.

"While other little boys were running around outside and making a fuss, he was already absurdly mature.

"Either he was in the school library, curled up at home reading, or off at the city library, quietly spending an entire day there.

"The neighborhood aunties kept asking me, 'Isn't your Little Zhen a bit too quiet? He doesn't seem like a boy at all.'"

The girls immediately reacted with amazement. Their gazes unconsciously shifted toward Anjing Zhen as they tried to overlap the image of this ever-calm, dependable Trainer with that of a boy who had been "too quiet."

Then Misuzu changed the subject, pride filling her