"Mmmhmm..." Ye Fei nodded, looking as if she completely understood.
"Godmother, you don't have to intervene. I don't need to go to kindergarten, it's all Fang Eleven forcing me to go, wasting money!"
"Mmmhmm I feel the same way!"
"..." Eleven, in the kitchen, was speechless, "I said, why am I the one cooking?"
"You call making instant noodles 'cooking'? Fang Jiujiu raised an eyebrow, "Baby Eleven, stop insulting the art of cooking."
"Hahahaha!" Ye Fei burst out laughing on the side.
Being scorned by Jiujiu is a daily routine in the household drama.
Jiujiu, you're such a promising kid!
"..."
When Ye Mo called, the three of them were sitting around the sofa, slurping instant noodles.
"I mean, my three babies, do you really have to be this pitiful?"
Jiujiu expressed his thoughts: "Ah, Daddy Ye Mo, I think I should live with you instead. At least I won't have to eat instant noodles for dinner—"
"Has Jiujiu troubled you in any way?!" Eleven hastily interrupted them.
