"Well, you don't have to work hard alone in the future. He is also my son, and I am his daddy, isn't he?" Nangong Jue spoke in accordance with Mu Chuxue.
"..." Mu Chuxue would never deny the father-son relationship between them. At this time, she was surprised to find that Nangong Jue had already made the crayfish and the abalone with wings. Looking at those colorful dishes, the rich flavor of seafood also floated into the tip of her nose. "It smells so good. Did you really make it?"
"Are you looking down on me so much? Do you want to have a taste of this abalone belly soup? They told me that cooking this soup is the most nutritious. Both you and Qing Court should make up for it." Looking at Mu Chuxue's thin body, Nangong Jue felt very distressed.
While speaking, Nangong Jue used a spoo
