Ah Chen's entire face had already turned red.
"Aiya, Little Chenchen, don't be so agitated! I know that my cooking is delicious. Why are you so excited that your face is so red? I'll get you another bowl." Feng Chu Ge pretended to walk in.
" Wifey, Ah Chen doesn't need it-" After saying that, he looked pitiful.
In the past, Feng Chuge would have enjoyed such an expression.
But today…
Feng Chuge bent down and pinched Ah Chen's face. "How is it enough? You used to eat two bowls. Moreover, she was so thin and had no flesh on her face at all. Children needed to grow up. How could they not eat? Or do you really think that the food I make is not delicious and does not suit your taste?"
Ah Chen was at his wit's end. It was useless to say anything now.
Feng Chu Ge went straight to the small kitchen. When he came out again, he had a bowl of steaming hot noodles in his hands.
"Eat…"
Ah Chen's lips twitched as he looked at the screen.