"It's the same! But" Li Xingchu looked at Little Moon mid-sentence.

"But this is made by mom! Whatever mom makes is the most delicious in the world!" Little Moon shouted loudly as if she was reciting the lines according to the script.

"Did you teach me?" Li Muyue turned her head and looked at Li Xingchu and rolled her eyes, "Little Moon, don't imitate your father's trick of using sweet words. That's how he deceived me in the first place."

"Don't listen to your mother's nonsense. Your mother and I were in love with each other in a serious way. Actually, it was your mother who pursued me first! I reluctantly agreed." Li Xingchu

Quickly show respect in front of your daughter.

"You're just making it up, let's see who our daughter believes." Li Muyue raised her eyebrows and put her hands on the edge of the greasy apron around her waist.

Li Xingchu held up his face and looked at this beautiful woman who looked like a good wife and mother, with a smile on his face, but the more he smiled like this, the more obvious the "murderous intent" in Li Muyue's eyes became.

"I believe in mom!" Little Moon noticed the crisis and quickly expressed her support. At the same time, she awkwardly picked up the food with chopsticks. She was learning how to use chopsticks recently.

"Why do you believe mom but not dad? Don't you love dad?" Li Xingchu was so disappointed that he reached out and pinched his daughter's cute face.

"Dad can't beat mom. Whoever is stronger is right." Little Moon pinched her face and said seriously.

"Dad didn't want to bully mom, so he let her go on purpose!" Li Xingchu defended, and then saw Li Muyue staring at him with an interesting expression, and instantly fainted, "Well, dad can't beat mom, it was dad who shamelessly pursued mom in the first place.

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"It's good to know." Li Muyue rolled her eyes at him beautifully, then turned back to the kitchen to get the seaweed and egg drop soup. When she turned around, there was still a slight smile on her face, ignoring the old father behind her who was secretly whispering to her daughter.

Heroic, a stupid man who only belongs to himself.

The clinic is not big, and every square meter of layout has been carefully planned, but every corner here is full of their memories of the past three years, including daily necessities, the length of their home, the cold wind blocked by the glass door, and the sound of chopsticks hitting porcelain bowls.
Chapter completed!