At noon, Xu Wang did the cooking himself. He roasted an enormous leg of lamb in the oven, its meat golden and glistening with fat, crackling crisply when a small knife sliced into it.
Thanks to Xu Wang's cooking, Glutinous Rice finally got a meaty dog meal too. The cooked beef and salmon kept the dog eating without even wanting to lift its head, which was practically buried in its bowl.
The dog bowl, which had started some distance from the wall, only stopped moving once the dog had pushed it right up against the wall.
Pei Yanchuan sighed as he watched the happy man and dog. He still had more work to do when it came to getting them to eat vegetables.
Xu Wang looked up in confusion as he ate his meat. Why had he suddenly sighed? Was something wrong?
After eating and drinking its fill, Glutinous Rice sprawled on the floor, its little belly perfectly round.
The viewers in the livestream could not help bursting into laughter at their completely contrasting expressions.
[Hahaha, they actually made President Pei sigh.]
[President Pei says: I never sighed while negotiating multibillion deals, but watching these two eat vegetables made me sigh.]
[Xu Wang, confused: Does the meat I cooked today taste bad?]
[Glutinous Rice: Thank goodness, one of my dads still loves me.]
[Hahahaha, are you people trying to laugh me to death so you can inherit the fifty cents left in my account?]
[A situation where President Pei is the only one feeling glum has emerged.]
After lunch, Pei Yanchuan took the initiative to clear the table.
Having gotten up too early that morning, Xu Wang started getting sleepy again after lunch. He sat on the couch hugging his goose plush, his head bobbing as though he might