"Of course, my mom's words are almost never wrong..."
Ah Qing showed a proud expression. She wanted to raise her hand and give Master Fuli a thumbs-up but had to give up because of the weight on her arms.
When indoors, Chen Peipei didn't recommend Ah Qing eating anything off of people's plates.
Otherwise, what she'd end up eating would be like Schrödinger's cat.
"But when you ate off my plate before, you did it so smoothly and seamlessly..."
Ah Qing's Law of Eating Off People's Plates was so logically sound that Ansheng couldn't find a way to refute it, so he sat on the bed, arms crossed, looking at Ah Qing with a frustrated expression.
"That's different. I just kissed and didn't do anything strange."
Ah Qing gave the Little Fox an example and then made a gesture as if exploring an idea.
"Eh? Wait a minute..." After confidently finishing her explanation, Ah Qing paused, looked at the Little Fox, and asked, "Were you confessing just now?"
