"Xiaomi, here, have a taste..."
Ai Meiling picked up a piece of her favorite sweet and sour fish for Ai Xiaomi, smiling with her eyes, "Today's sweet and sour fish was made by Chizhou. I just gave him a few instructions, and he turned out to have a knack for it. It tastes just like mama's. If you want more in the future, let Chizhou make it for you."
"Him?"
Ai Xiaomi looked at Qin Chizhou, who was eagerly seeking praise, and said, "Hehe..."
Qin Chizhou's face stiffened, "Ai Xiaomi, you don't believe me, right? Anytime you say the word, I'll make it for you, even in the middle of the night. If I don't, I'll be your grandson, okay?"
"Ahem, ahem..."
Ai Xiaomi coughed violently, glaring at Qin Chizhou, and still took a moment to gauge her mother's expression.
When the two of them are together, they don't really watch their words, they just say whatever comes to mind.
Sometimes, when at a loss for words, getting so annoyed they'd bite each other wasn't uncommon.
