Seeing her two children coming over to hug her, Ji Yao felt a wave of tenderness in her heart.
She hugged both children in return, gently touching their cheeks.
"You both are still young, and Mama knows you've worked hard, but the things you made really are of average taste, and to prevent you from wasting ingredients, Mama must tell you the truth."
"However, the fact that you're willing to put in so much effort for my birthday, preparing all these nice things for me, touches me the most and means the most to me. Xinxin, Qiancheng, you both are good children, and I'm very moved."
With Ji Yao's reasonable response, the two little ones no longer felt any displeasure.
Qi Huai'an watched the three of them, a rare softness flickering in his eyes.
"Aren't you being too blunt in what you say? I'm afraid it might hurt the kids' self-esteem?"
"If I lie to them and say it tastes good, they will definitely find endless joy in it, and then would you eat what they make?"
