Hearing her son's voice, Jiang Tingxu immediately paused.
She shouldn't let her son see her stealing a taste of the food. She didn't want to be a bad role model!
Ahem.
"What's wrong?"
She blocked him in front of the kitchen.
They were frying the ribs in the kitchen now. Children might get harmed by the oil splatter, so it was better to keep them away.
Auntie Wen reminded her,
"Tingxu, keep Ningning away."
Watch out.
"I know."
The little boy's eyes were sparkling as he raised the tablet.
"Mom, look."
What?
What was that?
Jiang Tingxu took a closer look.
"Wow, who wrote this? Was it Dad?"
That was impressive. He managed to write a letter on the gluttonous snake game!
Not everyone could do that.
Perhaps, there were not many people who could do it.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The little boy nodded frantically.
