Wen Qiyang was thrilled when Qu Qingge finally paid attention to him, almost bursting with joy inside.
However, he maintained a nonchalant demeanor on the surface and lightly responded, "I'm not hungry, don't feel like eating."
"Oh, then don't force yourself, just think of it as a stomach cleanse tonight," Qu Qingge casually replied, then turned to tend to her younger daughter again.
Wen Qiyang was at a loss for words. Him, force-eating?
His plate was cleaner than his face, not a single hair on it, and still force-eating?
Wen Qiyang's face turned slightly grim, but wanting to catch Qu Qingge's attention, he stiffly said, "But I'm still a bit hungry—"
"Didn't you say you weren't hungry?" Qu Qingge was puzzled.
"Not hungry, but my stomach is."
"..."
Is that some kind of paradox?
Xixi, being the youngest child and the most innocent, felt sympathy for Wen Qiyang upon hearing him say he was hungry and looked at him with caring eyes.
