Xu Le guessed that the truth he had always wanted might be behind the door. He casually said, "I didn't stay in the same room as my parents. After I came out, I couldn't find my way… so I reached here."
He feigned confusion.
Chen Zui smiled. If an adult stood in front of him and said such words, he would definitely not believe it. However, Xu Le was only an eight-year-old child.
Even if his culinary skills were outstanding, it was only because he had inherited his talents. How could he lie?
Chen Zui didn't think too much about it. He stretched out his arms as if he wanted to hug the "confused" Xu Le.
Xu Le took a step back and rejected this overly intimate action.
Chen Zui pinched his cheek and said, "It's fine. Uncle will bring you there."
