Yan Ye had been able to eat calmly, but Xiaocheng's words were like a heavy hammer, striking his heart over and over again.
It hurt.
He hadn't eaten much before he put down his bowl and chopsticks.
His tall body suddenly stood up, and mother and son immediately looked up at him.
All they saw was his tense face, which was kind of frightening to look at.
"Daddy looks unhappy again. Is it because Mommy only feeds me and not Daddy?" Xiaocheng wasn't afraid of Yan Ye's tense expression, as this wasn't the first time he'd seen it. It was Lian Xinying who seemed a bit lost. "Mommy, you feed Daddy! I can eat by myself, hmph! I'm not going to be upset!"
Xiaocheng took his little rice bowl from Lian Xinying's hands and then urged Lian Xinying to feed Yan Ye.
It was impossible for Lian Xinying to feed Yan Ye, and Yan Ye would not let Lian Xinying feed him either.
But Lian Xinying had to pull him back to eat.
His stomach wasn't very good, and eating so little wouldn't do.
