"Are you starting the treatment on me now?"
Hu Xiaoyin asked excitedly.
"No rush," Long Chen said with a bitter smile, "First, let's feed the child and put the baby to sleep. Afterward, didn't you say you wanted to cook? It's still not too late for treatment after eating."
"Right, right, right, look at my memory. Oh, then I'll go cook later."
Hu Xiaoyin's face turned slightly red, feeling too hasty. She had talked about treatment before even having a meal, which really wasn't proper, and she felt a bit embarrassed.
"I'll feed the child. You go cook," Long Chen said with a smile. "I'm actually feeling a bit hungry."
"Do you know how to do this?"
"Should be fine. Come on, give me the baby."
Long Chen reached out to hold the baby.
The little infant was grasping the milk bottle, grinning foolishly.
"What are you laughing at, eat your food properly."
Long Chen pinched the little infant's chubby cheeks.
Without that pinch, the baby wouldn't have let out a giggle.
