In order to marry smoothly in the future, little Jiang Jingze was deep in thought and far-sighted.
He even went to the back kitchen to prepare a few new dishes, allowing Yue Qingqing to eat her fill and take some home, returning with bags big and small.
Yue Jiandong with a stern face, "Went out to eat again?"
Pah! He always knew there was something off about that kid.
Who would have thought that after all these years, he still hasn't dropped his thieving intentions, eh?
The tender little bok choy of his own family wasn't even fully grown yet, and here was a pig eyeing her greedily from the sidelines.
Yue Jiandong was seething inside.
Zhang Ying gave him a pat to signal her husband not to frighten the child.
Then she took the things from her daughter's hands, "Just in time, your dad hasn't had dinner yet, I'll go heat it up."
Yue Jiandong snorted coldly through his nose.
