Fu Xin couldn't do anything to him. She stroked his soft hair. "You're right. We're all done eating. Hurry up and bring the small bowls down!"
Jiang Xinyuan stood up and picked up some of the bowls they had eaten before heading to the kitchen.
[I'm envious! Little Xinyuan is too loyal to Mommy. He should be Fu Xin's die-hard fan, right?]
[Fu Xin seems to be Jiang Xinyuan's God. Jiang Xinyuan completely submits to her.]
[Fu Xin! You're really lucky!]
[I want a child like this too. Is it sold on a certain web?]
[I can't buy it anymore. Steal it!]
[Let's go.]
…
Seeing that Jiang Xinyuan had left, Fu Xin knocked on the heads of the few little ones. "Look at Little Xinyuan. The food I make is not delicious, yet he has never complained. Instead, he praised me and even learned to cook. Look at the few of you. You only care about complaining about your mothers. Did you do something wrong?"