Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Mommy…

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Everyone could not help but be startled.

When Little Yichen realized that he had just called her ‘mommy’, he shyly pursed his lips and frowned innocently.

Looking at him, Youyou was momentarily stunned.

This call, akin to a heart-piercing arrow, made Yun Shishi lose her resistance instantly.

There was no doubt that she was a mother.

Her child was softly crying out for her; even if her heart were as hard as a rock, it would still crumble at this!

Smiling slightly, she acquiesced, “All right. Mommy will feed you!”

Hence, she stood up, went over to Little Yichen’s side, and sat next to him!

Youyou could only watch her pick up a spoon and patiently feed his older brother.

The little lad tasted a mouthful of the food and widened his eyes in surprise at its taste, gushing, “Wow! It’s delicious!”

She proudly revealed, “Today’s dinner was prepared by Youyou!”

Mu Yazhe froze again at her words as he tasted a mouthful of the roasted chicken with glutinous rice.

Were all these dishes prepared by the boy?

That was simply unbelievable.

Regardless of the food’s exquisite appearance, just its taste was already comparable to those made by a five-star chef; in fact, it might even surpass that.

It was no wonder that she always bragged about the boy’s culinary skills being the best. From what he had seen thus far, it was worthy of that praise.

The boy, indeed, had a flair for cooking.

However…

The man raised his slightly suspicious eyes at the boy’s little hand that was holding the chopsticks. It was pink and tender, as well as slightly chubby.

It was hard to imagine what kind of miracle this hand had created.

How did he perfect such cooking skills?

He was only seven; could he even hold a knife?

The latter lightly looked at him and snorted in disdain, as if saying, ‘I shall let both of you off today.’

Besides his mother, he had yet to cook for anyone else.

If she was not at home, he would not even cook for Yun Yecheng.

Little Yichen remained intoxicated in the exquisite spread, unable to extricate himself.

Bliss!

He was so blissful that he was going to shed tears!

Compared to the cuisines prepared by his younger brother, the repetitive recipes of the Mu residence’s chef had long made him feel dull and bored.

His brother’s cooking style was certainly different.

He never followed a routine when he cooked, and his repertoire of recipes was endless.

Hence, as long as he was the one doing the cooking, one would not tire of eating it even after days and years passed.

Little Yichen thought that he was done for. His younger brother’s cooking was just to his taste.

Since he took a liking for this taste, once he returned to the Mu residence, would everything he eat afterward taste bland?

There was an increase in his appetite, and this gave his mother a pleasant surprise. This child’s appetite was pretty good!

He wiped clean two bowls of rice.

In her moment of happiness, she forgot about her other child, who was sitting beside her without eating a grain of rice.

Youyou dejectedly felt that he had fallen out of favor.

Mommy only took care of his older brother and did not care for him anymore.

He deliberately did not eat a mouthful of rice in hopes of her taking notice of his unhappiness and coaxing him to eat.

However, even after staring at her for quite a while, his mommy still did not take notice of him at all. Her whole focus was centered on to his older brother.

His eyes filled with grievance and mournful tears, which were threatening to spill at any moment.

This pair of father and son was simply too repulsive! They must have the intention to snatch mommy away from him!

He hated them the most!