Zhaozhao's mother glared at her and said, "Do you have eight stomachs or what, making so much to eat? Can you finish it all?"
Daddy Zhaozhao hurriedly said, "The kid rarely comes home, let her eat what she wants, and if there's too much, we can always store it in the fridge, right, baby?"
"Dad loves me the most." Shen Zhaozhao's smile widened, giving her dad a grand smile.
Daddy Zhaozhao let out a sigh of relief, knowing he had dodged that bullet, his heart finally settling down completely.
"Yes, yes, it's always your dad who treats you best." Zhaozhao's mother felt the father and daughter were acting strangely, but for the moment couldn't pinpoint exactly what was odd about it, so she didn't press further.
"Exactly." Shen Zhaozhao stuck her tongue out at Zhaozhao's mother, then took Daddy Zhaozhao by the hand and said, "Come on, Dad, I'll help you."
