"Third Master." Ling Sheng puffed up her cheeks and turned around to glare at him. Pretending to be angry, she started reprimanding him with her hands on her hips. "You only brought soup because I mentioned soup? There's also porridge! Porridge!"
"I understand." Jun Shiyan let out a low laugh and strode over on his long legs. His big hand patted her head comfortingly as his thin lips moved slightly. "Go outside and wait. I'll do it. It's been hard for you to cook."
Ling Sheng shook her head, her heart feeling warm. In a soft voice, she said, "Stop fooling around. It's all messy."
Xiaoqi covered his mouth secretly behind them, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. He tiptoed to get the bowl, afraid that he would disturb the duo. When would Mommy and Uncle Jun get together?
