Little Fatty believed it for real.
Yet Li Qingfeng, seeing this situation, paused in slight surprise.
She stopped serving Sweet and her mood instantly plummeted.
However, Sweet spoke up, "Dad, Mom, we didn't used to eat fish at home. Could we not eat it in the future either?"
Hu Guoqing frowned, glanced at Li Qingfeng, and nodded his head, "Alright, alright. If you don't like fish, we won't eat it from now on. Let's focus on eating, eat..."
The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat strange.
Xu Qiaoqiao, who had already eaten her fill, simply observed everyone's emotions.
Little Fatty, unaware of the situation, continued eating his meal head-down.
However, Xu Qiaoqiao noticed that Little Fatty's diet was strictly regulated, perhaps due to his poor health.
In Li Qingfeng's eyes, only Sweet existed.
Seeing her eat happily, she too grinned secretly.
