"Ah Chen, you really spoil Erbao. Those noodles have already been bitten by Erbao, and they only have a tiny bit of salt with no other seasoning. How could they possibly taste good?" Su Ningwei said with a smile.
Ye Chen smiled and replied, "You're just jealous of me. These are noodles Erbao made out of filial love for me—they're delicious. They make my heart feel all warm and sweet."
Erbao blinked her big eyes, then grabbed another small piece of lobster meat and stretched out her little hand toward Su Ningwei, calling in her babyish voice, "Mama~~ eat~~"
"I don't need to be jealous of you. Look, Erbao only gave you noodles, but she gave me lobster meat." Su Ningwei's eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled, stood up, bent down toward Erbao's hand, and ate the lobster meat she was holding.
Ye Chen put on a wounded expression to amuse Su Ningwei and said, "Sigh~~ It can't be helped. Mom is still the best in this world. Erbao knows that Mom works harder, so she loves you more. How could I, as her dad, possibly work as hard as you? I don't deserve meat—I can only eat noodles Erbao has already bitten."
"How is that true? Weren't you the first person Erbao thought of?" Su Ningwei said with a smile.
Yet Su Ningwei felt even happier from Ye Chen's coaxing. The shrimp meat in her mouth tasted especially fresh and sweet, and her heart was warm. All the hardship and pain she had endured for the three babies suddenly felt not worth mentioning.
Hearing Ye Chen's words, Dabao used her little spoon to pick out the biggest piece of lobster meat from her bowl. She raised the spoon toward Ye Chen and called in her babyish voice,