Qin Feiyang chuckled slyly.
"Come on, I'm your father. Do you think I don't know what you're like? Stop putting on airs in front of me."
The Emperor glanced at him and then at the dishes on the table, asking in surprise, "Did you make all of this?"
"Yes."
"Father Emperor, you should try it."
Like a child eager for recognition, Qin Feiyang quickly fetched a bowl and chopsticks and handed them to the Emperor.
The Emperor grinned. "Of course, I have to taste the food my precious son made. But on one condition: if it doesn't taste good, I'll have to punish you."
Qin Feiyang asked, "And if it's delicious? Will I be rewarded then?"
The Emperor's face twitched. He turned to the Empress and said, "See? Just when he was claiming to be mature, he starts trying to take advantage of his old man."
"Sigh... How did I end up with such an ungrateful son?"
The Emperor shook his head, a heartbroken expression on his face.
"White-Eyed Wolf!"
Qin Feiyang shivered.
