Ningning Did It On Purpose

They didn't touch the noodles either.

Well, they were waiting for their fathers!

Mo Boyuan and Ye Hao came in.

"Come, come, come. Kids, stay away from the pot. It's scalding."

Ningning moved so quickly that he almost fell to the ground. It was his father who quickly pulled him back.

"You can eat your noodles now."

The little boy immediately sat down and stirred the noodles with his chopsticks. Fortunately, Mo Boyuan had put a lot of water in the noodles, so after a few whisks, the noodles dispersed.

Ye Hao also scooped porridge for his son and himself.

"Shitou, try the porridge that Daddy personally cooked."

Shitou put a spoonful of porridge, blew at it a few times before putting it into his mouth.

One second, two seconds later...

His expression turned strange. In the next second, "Pu ~"

He spat it out on the ground.

"Water, water! It's so, so salty."