"Good kid," Mo Ang praised.
With her dad's compliment, the little one ate even more energetically, finishing one side and then moving to the other.
An Ning looked at the little traitor in her arms, unsure whether to scold her or not.
Mo Ang said to An Ning, "Do you think this little one and I are really destined? Maybe I could actually be her dad!"
"You have no idea how amazing her real dad is. It's just that he's not here now; otherwise, she'd never call you dad," An Ning said with disdain.
"Haha..." Mo Ang suddenly laughed. "Is your husband's performance that satisfactory to you?"
"Of course."
"Is he better than me?" he asked again.
An Ning looked at her daughter, thinking that she wouldn't understand what they were saying anyway, and said, "My husband is amazing, you're nowhere near him."
"Haha..." Mo Ang chuckled twice.
"..." An Ning glared at him, wondering what he was laughing at.
