Now that their daughter was finally starting to become more attached to them, she absolutely could not allow her daughter to experience that feeling of neglect again. Otherwise, wouldn't they be failures as parents?
"Alright, what would you like to eat, noodles or fried rice?" An Ruge asked his wife. The house had pasta and leftover rice, he would make whatever she wanted.
"Noodles, please. They come with a soup and are easier to eat." Xiao Xiang'er was not accustomed to eating early. Often, when she was working, she'd forget to eat. So, she didn't fuss over what to eat, as long as the food was easy to swallow and could fill her stomach.
"Alright, then take your time dressing and freshening up. I'll prepare the food for you." An Ruge instructed his wife.