The banquet ended, and they returned to their new home.
Dodo and Michael had been waiting for a long time.
"Daddy, Mummy, was the Royal Banquet fun?" Dodo asked with starry eyes. "Was the Princess pretty?"
"The Princess…," Victoria hesitated between giving an objective answer and exaggerating.
"Not pretty, very average-looking," Hank Clegg interjected, picking up where Victoria left off.
Unexpectedly, Dodo snorted, "Who needs your opinion, Daddy? In your eyes, even if she were a fairy, she wouldn't be as pretty as Mummy, right?"
"Your Mummy is a fairy," Hank Clegg didn't miss any opportunity to express his affection. "And she's the prettiest one of all."
"Oh, Daddy, we want to hear the big truth from Mummy," Michael couldn't stand it anymore, "you just shut up!"
Hank Clegg: "..."
Why did he feel like his status within the family was plummeting rapidly?
Seeing Hank Clegg speechless, Victoria couldn't help but smile, "She's not considered pretty, just ordinary-looking."
