Where Did This Idiot Come From

Yun Xian chuckled.

Mother said to choose the thickest thigh to hold onto, and here, uncle is the most powerful thigh!

The little one looked at Xiao Chengjun with a pair of soft and adorable eyes, shining brightly.

“Daddy, thigh, Yun Xian likes it!”

Is it Daddy or the thigh that he likes?

Xiao Chengjun was worn down by her, so he personally tore off the other leg of the roasted squab and placed it in a white jade bowl in front of Yun Xian.

His voice carried a hint of indulgent laughter. “Go ahead and eat.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” Yun Xian happily took the leg and started gnawing on it.

They say that milk makes a mother, but this little one is a father because of the meat. With a call from Daddy, the little child gets another leg.

Not bad. When the steward returned to the Yun mansion, Shuang Xi hurriedly entered the Fu’an Hall to report, “Madam, the steward has returned…”

At that moment, Old Madam Yun was reciting scriptures in front of the Bodhisattva statue.