At the dining table!
Little one looked at Little Irene's different breakfast and mumbled around her food.
"Mommy, I want Little Irene's kind of breakfast too. Otherwise, I'm not eating."
With that, she threw down her chopsticks—right onto the floor.
An Qing's brows drew together slightly. This was not a good habit.
"Qianqian, pick them up!"
Little one was a little angry, but she still picked them up from the floor.
Little Irene pushed her bowl in front of Little one, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Big sister, Baby will share with you. When you're done eating, give the rest to me."
Her portion really was different. It contained Wangzai and demon cores mixed together, making it especially delicious and tempting. Beibei was practically drooling with envy, but she didn't dare say anything.
Long Yanran said with amusement, "Beibei, wipe your drool. There's none for you."
Beibei was embarrassed. Even if she was drooling, did she have to say it out loud? How humiliating. Still, she licked her lips and stared at it. She looked simply adorable.
"Look at Little Irene. She's so sensible." An Qing pushed the bowl back to Little Irene, who blinked her eyes rapidly.
Ling Yun said speechlessly, "What's in your bowl is good too. It's not inferior to Little Irene's at all. Besides, Little Irene needs demon cores to nourish her body. They wouldn't do anything for you."
Only then did Little one stop coveting Little Irene's food. Everyone laughed. Little one was so adorably cute.
After the three little ones followed An Qing to the academy, Ling Yun had nothing to do. He lay in a chair with his eyes closed, resting.
Meanwhile, Long Yanran refined pills nearby, while Long Xingtian and his wife had gone adventuring on the Martial Soul Continent.
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