"I want daddy..." The moment the Little Princess heard the butler, her beautiful eyes, within a second, filled with teardrops.
Looking pitifully at Chester Yale.
"No need, did we buy the children's seat? Bring it here, put it next to me." Chester Yale, with persistent patience, put another piece of meat into the Little Princess's bowl, and gave a plain command.
She looks chubby, tiny like a little doll, you can't really tell that she's such a little foodie.
Holding her bowl, even licking the very last grain of rice, so cute that people can't help but chuckle.
"Daddy, why aren't you eating? Don't you like rice? A baby who doesn't like to eat is not a good baby, Little Princess will feed you." Molly scoops up a spoonful of rice, aiming for Chester Yale's mouth.
And she's using her own spoon...
The butler, who just brought over the children's seat, froze on the spot.
Remembering that his master is a clean freak, he felt a chill running down his spine.
