Should I open the door of the radio to let him go in and find the person talking?
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue were suddenly choked by their son's words, exchanging glances with each other, speechless.
Eventually, it was Fubao who broke the silence.
"Mommy, mommy, eat cake!" Feng Qingxue sat in the chair, with the little girl standing between her legs, looking up and opening her mouth wide.
Feng Qingxue scooped a spoonful of cake into her daughter's mouth and then scooped another to stuff into her sister's mouth beside her.
After swallowing the soft and delicate cake, Qingyun was shocked by its sweet taste and said embarrassingly, "Sis, I'm an adult, I shouldn't be eating children's food; let's save such expensive stuff for Xibao and Fubao."
But the cake really was so delicious, even better than fancy milk candy—she had never tasted anything so delicious before.
