"Come, Xiao Ji. Eat some more."
"Okay, auntie."
"This is good. Try it, Xiao Ji."
"Thank you."
"This is cooked by our Ge Ge. Come try it."
"Sure."
Pei Ge watched the two at the dinner table and got the feeling that her boyfriend and mother were a family.
"Alright, mom. He has hands and feet; he can take what he wants by himself," she muttered unhappily.
Mothers knew their daughters best, so when Zhang Manhua saw her daughter pouting, she could guess that the latter was jealous.
"He he! Seriously. You're jealous of even Xiao Ji."
"Of course, you're my mom, but you don't even put food in my bowl!" her daughter complained.
"Okay, okay. Xiao Ji is also a family now, and in the future, he must call me mom." Zhang Manhua smiled at the two.
Feeling abashed, Pei Ge blushed at once.
Her eyes peered at the man, trying to gauge his reaction.
Who would have known that he was looking at her, too?
