"Ahem ..." The two were still staring at each other there, when they suddenly heard a light cough coming from beside them.
The father and son were stunned. They turned their heads and saw Zhao Youlin's serious face and the frighteningly gentle smile. "What's the matter? Was the dish I put on your plate so unappealing to you?"
Mu Tingfeng could not retort to that. He gloomily stared at the remaining pieces of carrots on his plate for a few moments. Then, as if he finally resigned to his fate, he picked up the fork and put a piece of carrot into his mouth.
Joy was slightly relieved after he saw the situation. He cheerfully buried his head and was ready to eat other dishes in the bowl. However, he suddenly saw a few pieces of carrots, which he hated the most, being put into his bowl.
Joy's round eyes suddenly widened. He looked incredulously at the pieces of carrot. Then, he looked up aggrievedly at the culprit who was causing all this.
