As Gong Jie chewed on the beef in his mouth, his eyes scanned the spread of dishes on the table. His gaze finally landed on a plate of fragrant braised pork belly.
Noticing this, his sister diligently picked a piece of meat from that plate and fed it to him.
He chomped on it in satisfaction, slowly savoring its delectable taste and texture, which seemed to elevate his soul!
While he was happily enjoying his meal, the small ones and their father, in particular, were feeling somewhat gloomy. Like a child who had been neglected, Mu Yazhe slammed his chopsticks on the table as he regarded his wife with displeasure and indignation.
Isn't this woman being a bit too biased here?!
Why does he need someone to feed him when he's a grown, able-bodied man?
He's totally behaving just like a five-year-old child!
