"You can starve even with food," Pei Qin added sharply.
Xiao Chonghua felt completely despised. Watching Pei Qin fiddling with those novel foods, he actually wondered if he should learn... cooking!?
Xixi was lying nearby, stretching her little neck, "Let me taste, please? Mom!"
Pei Qin handed her a bacon-wrapped leaf, "Be careful, it's hot and will burn your little mouth!"
Xixi puffed her cheeks and blew on it several times before finally biting down, her little face all puffed up.
Pei Qin wrapped another for Jiujiu and fed it to her.
Jiujiu ate with a blissful face, "Delicious! Delicious! Mom's cooking is different from the chefs!"
The chefs' cuisine was all about appearance, scent, taste, and form—delicate and tasty. But the taste in Mom's cooking, that was the flavor of happiness welling up from the heart! The same dish, made by Mom's hands, just tasted different.
Xiao Chonghua understood and began to envy.
