"Does it taste good?" Qiao An looked at him with eager anticipation.
Whenever she found something delicious, she always liked to share it with Little Nuomi, and the little one would always give her the most enthusiastic response.
Then, mother and daughter would turn into little foodies together.
Every time, Lu Yin would tease her, asking if she wasn't afraid of turning Little Nuomi into a little fatty.
She would always respond proudly, puffing out her chest, "Not afraid, my body naturally doesn't gain weight."
Due to her physique, plus being constantly busy and tired from work, she really wouldn't gain weight.
Clearly, Little Nuomi had inherited this trait from her.
"It's okay."
The expected gaze suddenly dimmed. Qiao An huffed, her enthusiasm noticeably dampened, "Here, eat."
This time, her feeding him was perfunctory.
She didn't even bother to blow on it, just hastily bringing it to his lips, her tone not gentle, her gaze not fixed on him.