The next day, Ning Ning made breakfast. His daddy and mommy came downstairs together. One was full of energy while the other was pale. Ning Ning smiled and gave a morning kiss on Anya's face. With a smile, he asked Ye Chen, "Daddy, didn't you sleep well last night?"
His voice was tender and he looked worried. Ye Chen's gaze darkened and replied forcefully, "No!"
He looked up and tossed a few knives to Miss Cheng with his gaze. Ning Ning could see the flying knives shooting out of his eyes, but his mommy drank porridge as if nothing had happened. She even smiled and requested, "Baby, the porridge is not soft enough. Boil a little longer next time."
"…Okay," Ning Ning said.
Impressive!
I worship Mommy!
Third Young Master Ye narrowed his eyes. "Make whatever you want to eat yourself. What right do you have to order my son?"
Miss Cheng smiled. "Your son has been serving me for several years. Do you have any problems with that?"