Fang, obviously, couldn't speak out loud about what he was thinking in public, so he could only swallow his grievance say softly, "Ren can't cook every day. He's already working at SIMS and he's already exhausted with that and taking care of Sirocco…"
"Well, that's true," Wolf said. "Sorry, kids, you can only get your Daddy's cooking on the holidays."
Fang wanted to object to that as well, but seeing the shining faces of the babies and the doting expression on Ren's face, he couldn't bring himself to object to it.
Well, he could always help Ren with the cooking, that should make it faster and less tiring for Ren. And he'd have to make sure that Ren didn't get himself injured in the kitchen again, too!
"All right," Fang murmured. "We have a public holiday next month, and we will stay home and cook and spend time with the babies."