Ye Xingbei: "..."
Her son was always so enthusiastic when it came to eating.
"Mom, is Sister Bohe cooking breakfast for us today?" Xiao Shumiao asked as he held Ye Xingbei's hand and walked out.
"Yes," Ye Xingbei said, "Last night your Sister Bohe didn't go home and stayed here, so she's making breakfast for us this morning."
"What about Grandpa?" Xiao Shumiao furrowed his brows, "Grandpa also likes Sister Bohe's cooking."
Ye Xingbei's heart warmed, and she couldn't help but ruffle his little head.
The little rascal.
His Grandpa didn't dote on him for nothing.
So young, yet already thinking about his Grandpa!
"And your Sister Wanwan," Ye Xingbei said, "Your Brother Jue and Sister Wanwan are at home with your Grandpa, so your Sister Wanwan can cook for him."
"Oh yeah," Xiao Shumiao immediately brightened up, patting his own little head and grinning, "How could I forget about Sister Wanwan? Her cooking is delicious too!"
