"Psh—don't believe it for a second!" Zong Yi made a face at Zong Ji and retorted with pride, "As a fellow foodie, I only acknowledge him as the grandmaster of Lamb Spine Hotpot."
"No, darling daughter, let's get things straight. Compared to Su Dongpo, your dad's family status is absolutely top-notch!"
"What about it, Comrade Zong?" Meng Xin Zhi couldn't take it anymore and teased her own dad, "Su Dongpo had three wives. Does Comrade Zong plan on taking four?"
"No, no, no, no, no, it's not that. What your dad is pursuing is the imperial throne of the household under the same CEO, 'imperial' as in emperor."
"More like 'younger brother' of 'younger brother.'" Zong Yi was merciless in her teasing and looked for support, "Right, big sis?"
"Ayi, how can you malign Dad like this?" Zong Ji feigned hurt.
"Dad, come on, you're grown up, how can you be embarrassed by the truth being called slander?"
