Was he a masochist?

Madam Jiang cast a side glance at her own son like she found him annoying too. "Why do you like whining so much? Are you a two year old kid?" 

Jiang Xingyu clutched at his chest in heartbreak. "Fine. I will leave. You two are bullies, humph." Xia Luna chuckled. She enjoyed bullying him just as much as everyone else did. She hugged Madam Jiang. "Aunty, I'll go and cook for you now." Madam Jiang didn't want her to tire herself out. But seeing how happy and eager she was, she couldn't bring herself to say no. Besides, she had never had a meal cooked by a daughter. Of course, she didn't have any daugther. Xia Luna was very much like one, so Madam Jiang was eager to have a taste. As soon as Xia Luna entered the kitchen, she familirized herself with it before taking out the ingredients she needed. But just as she started preparing them, Jiang Xingyu walked in. "What do you want?" She snapped at him.