Xia Weiyi stared wide-eyed and tongue-tied at the little meatball crouching before her, finding herself at a loss for words.
Recognizing 'food' makes one a hero? It doesn't seem like the kindergarten she picked for Xixi was 'New Oriental Cooking'.
However, before Little Xixi could stuff the cake into her mouth, a lengthy shadow suddenly loomed over her head.
Turning her head, Xixi saw a man who had appeared out of thin air behind her. She reached out her chubby paw and grabbed hold of his trouser leg.
"Daddy—hug!"
Ye Che scooped up Little Xixi like a kitten, casually twisting her braid.
"Xixi, are you fighting with mommy over food again? Look at how old you are, still competing with mommy for food? Isn't that embarrassing?"
Ye Che's face grew somber, feigning seriousness.
Little Xixi glanced up with her clear, distinctively large eyes.
Mommy was staring eagerly at the blueberry cake in her hand, showing an innocent and pitiful expression.
