Lu Meng puffed up her cheeks, "Mommy loves you the most, so the one you love the most can only be Mommy, got it?"
After washing strawberries and cherries, Song Yunchi thoughtfully brought them to Lu Meng.
"Eat, I'll hold him."
"No."
Lu Meng refused outright; she held Jingxing in one arm and reached for the strawberries with the other, "Just like this."
Seeing his mom reaching for the strawberries, Jingxing stretched out his little arms, trying to grab them.
Just as he was about to touch the fruit plate, Song Yunchi withdrew it.
He tried several times but failed each time.
Frustrated, he let out a cry, "Ah!"
That angry little face really did look a bit like Song Yunchi's.
Lu Meng rubbed his face, "Baobei, don't be mad, come, Mommy will give it to you."
A cherry was placed in his hand.
The little angry guy immediately grinned and stuffed the cherry into his mouth.
Such quick, accurate, and fierce moves!
Lu Meng urgently called out, "Jingxing, no! Stop!"
