"I will, and I won't blame Mommy in the future." Feng Fei's face was covered in foam, looking quite cute.
"I won't either," Huo Ran promised.
"I promise too." Feng Jun raised his hand, then thought for a moment. "My parents aren't very good at cooking. Who should I learn from?"
"But Auntie Fu doesn't know how to cook either. Who did Little Xinyuan learn it from? Could it be his father?" Feng Fei wiped the foam on his face with his sleeve, revealing a curious little face.
Huo Ran and Feng Jun were also very curious when they heard this question. The three little ones looked at Fu Xin with gossipy eyes.
Jiang Xinyuan quietly lowered his head. Instead of asking his mother, they might as well ask him! His mother had already lost her previous memories and could not remember his father. She could not even recognize his father's cooking.
