Everyone around the table was laughing, except for Xiao Qimo, who was silently feeling blocked up.
While others had no clue, he was painfully aware that this wasn't just polite conversation, but the blunt truth!
The little rascal had been coveting his mom for a long time now...
Qi Zhen couldn't stop laughing, finding Lu Mian more and more delightful, though she noticed something odd about her son's expression.
Her son had always had a poker face, but if she hadn't seen it wrong just now, he seemed to be... brooding?
Why would he brood when his daughter-in-law was praising her?
Qi Zhen smiled warmly and served Lu Mian another small bowl of meatball soup, continuing to inquire, "Mianmian, how did you two meet? Qimo isn't a talkative person and doesn't usually bother with others."
"Uh..." Lu Mian paused with her chopsticks at her chin, seemingly contemplating, before summarizing succinctly, "We met through a fight."
Qi Zhen exclaimed, "He got into a fight?"
