"Son, eat this." Wang Shuyun excitedly passed food to Yang Yunhai, "And this."
Throughout the meal, Wang Shuyun kept on passing food to Yang Yunhai and Gu Lingling, while she herself barely ate.
What's there to eat?
This morning, she was already full from her son's calling her 'Mom.'
Yang Aiguo felt powerless, he too wanted to pass food to his son, but his wife had taken over completely. If he dared to raise his chopsticks, oh boy, Wang Shuyun's dagger-like gaze would shoot over.
Yang Aiguo was really feeling the frustration.
He wanted his son, and he wanted his wife too.
But at this moment, he was wise enough to know his wife must not be offended; otherwise, with his wife's ability to hold grudges, he couldn't predict how long she'd ignore him again.
He quietly retracted his chopsticks, silently eating the breakfast his daughter-in-law made.
Honestly, it was really delicious. This child was truly worth the love.
