This is quite the conundrum.
Do I love Ye Que more, or do I love my son more?
Chi Zaozao didn't know.
But seeing the anticipating look in the eyes of father and son, she couldn't bring herself to not answer, so she just told the truth.
With a bitter smile, she told her son, "For now, I guess I love you both about the same!"
Little Monkey made a strange face, exclaiming in surprise, "How is that possible? Mommy, I'm a piece of flesh that fell from your body, you should love me a little more."
Ye Que swallowed hard, seeing his son pressing the matter, he wasn't to be outdone and looked at Chi Zaozao, "You raised me from when I was little, it's up to you to decide!"
Chi Zaozao, "..."
Why does it feel like, if I don't say who I love more, they seem ready to tear me in two?