Fu Chengzhou looked at him. "Little vinegar pot!"
Mobao: "..."
Ahhh!!!
I'm your son!!! Your own flesh and blood!!
"Aged vinegar! Hmph!"
"..."
By now, Li Xingwan had already walked up to where breakfast was being placed. There really was a difference between first and second place.
Starting from first place, lining up all the way back, the plates really got smaller and the food less and less. By the time it was the fourth place...
"Mommy, we only have noodles," Little Sweetie stared at the three servings of noodles, somewhat speechless. "And a few stalks of green vegetables."
"Pfft! Haha." Several people started laughing.
This was definitely the simplest breakfast in history.
Wu Zichun felt the same. His daughter lost, there was nothing he could do about it.
"Even if it's just one serving of noodles, it's Little Sweetie's hard-earned reward for us. We love it."
