Lord Zhuo listened to the complaints of his most beloved wife, feeling quite innocent.
Big Bao shrugged his shoulders, indicating helplessness, and followed his mom out to eat.
In mom's heart, he was just a little kid.
In mom's heart, he was a man.
Actually, he also felt like a man, but mom always treated him like a clueless three-year-old brat.
However, he had to be considerate of his mom's feelings.
At the dinner table, the household servants had already started serving dishes, all full of things they loved, filling the entire table.
Zhuo Junyi looked at the table, feeling her mouth water, "Sister-in-law, it's only when you come back that the table is so full, like it's New Year's."
Usually, Lin Liuliu also felt it was best not to waste.
The Zhuo Group had established an orphanage, and sometimes when she visited, she thought wasting food was really shameful.
"Junyi, eat a bit more, okay?"
After speaking, Ningyan gave her a piece of her favorite pepper salt shrimp.
