Little Elias jumped up in excitement, his handsome little face radiating a bright smile.
Seeing his son like this, Eric couldn't bear to refuse. With a sigh of resignation, he got up and said, "Alright, you two head out. We'll change clothes and wash up, then we'll meet you downstairs."
Hearing Eric's words, little Dorian and Elias cheered and raced downstairs like a whirlwind.
Mrs. Moore and Mrs. Harris were waiting apologetically outside. Ella smiled politely, greeted them, and then closed the door.
As Eric brushed his teeth and washed his face, he grumbled, "Ella, you've given birth to a foodie and a little mischief-maker!"
"What do you mean *I* gave birth? Didn't you contribute? Or are you implying the kids are someone else's?" Ella wrinkled her nose, raising her eyebrows in annoyance.
