"Are you shirking responsibility now? The son isn't yours?"
Hua Xiaomai suddenly sat up and glared at him with a stern face, "Leader Meng, can you please take this seriously? Have you even looked at your son's body? He's all height with no flesh, nothing like a walnut—more like a bean sprout! Chengzi and Youzi are both chubby and plump, looking so likable, but he is not, and outsiders might think that we favor the younger ones!"
Meng Yuhuai really wanted to say, 'Little Walnut is skinny mostly because of you,' but if he actually said that, his wife would definitely blow a fuse. Therefore, he swallowed the words he was about to say and instead said, "Actually, it's not like we've starved him. You love to cook, and whenever you have the time, you're making all kinds of foods and various snacks at home, which have never run out. If he wants to eat, he can reach for them anytime, naturally unwilling to eat his meals properly."
"So it's my fault?"
