"Can we not get married?"
"Not possible."
"Oh," Little Bud scraped at his fingers, resigning himself, "Daddy is getting older. If you really want to get married, go ahead, I'll feel better knowing someone else will take care of you."
"..."
Is a thirty-year-old man old?
"Daddy, can I really go play with elder sister?"
"Yes."
Finally feeling at ease, Little Bud smiled sweetly, "I can't control who Daddy marries, as long as I can marry the woman I love, that's all that matters."
"..."
Huai Fu Yueming glanced at Little Bud disapprovingly, then carried him downstairs.
...
In the dining room, Yishuang put a bowl of noodles on the table, quite confident in her culinary skills. She looked at Little Bud appealingly, "Minxue, taste the noodles I made and tell me if they're good?"
Huangfu Minxue picked up a strand of noodle with his chopsticks, tasted it, and then bluntly stated, "They're terrible."
"..."
