Am I Really Your Son?

As soon as Tang Xi walked in, Xiao Jing beckoned her over. "Rourou, come on. Have some squab soup!"

Tang Xi smiled, sat down and had a mouthful of the squab soup, the temperature was just right. Then she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Jing, did you drink my soup?"

Xiao Jing scowled. "Of course not! I just changed a bowl of soup for you. Otherwise, your squab soup would be cold!"

"How do you have the nerve to say this? Look at yourself, as strong as a horse. How could you steal your sister's soup?" Yang Jingxian couldn't help scolding Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing looked at his mother aggrievedly. "Mom, am I really your son?!"

"No, I picked you up from the trash!" Yang Jingxian said and handed another bowl of soup to Tang Xi. "Rourou, drink more soup. You've become thinner after you were injured in school. You are finally looking better these days. I think you should have more nourishing food."