When Leng Youchen had finished making the Italian pasta and came out, he saw that the little brat was giggling at the television, looking completely carefree. He carried the plate over, "Turn off the TV and eat."
Right now, Wei Chenchen obeyed Leng Youchen's every command like a reflex. Even though he was engrossed in watching, he turned off the TV as instructed.
Leng Youchen placed the plate on the coffee table, and the little guy's eyes lit up as he pounced over, "Wow, my favorite tomato sauce pasta!"
Leng Youchen didn't expect to randomly make the brat's favorite dish. He sat on the sofa and advised, "Eat slowly, don't get sauce on your clothes, or you'll sleep on the carpet tonight."
Wei Chenchen ate a few bites of pasta and mumbled, "My mommy says adults who threaten kids aren't good adults."
"..." Leng Youchen crossed his arms, showing interest in chatting with the little brat, "What's your mommy's name then?"
