As dishes were served one by one, Hongtao carried Hongjing, who had just finished wiping his hands, while Jiaming followed behind Fourth Master and walked towards the table with Hongjing beside her.

Hongtao placed Xiao Hongjing in his designated seat, which was right to Jiaming's left.

After Fourth Master reached for his chopsticks, Red Peach picked up his special rice bowl, preparing to feed him.

Because Hongjing has good teeth, a good digestive system, and a good appetite, his complementary foods are no longer limited to very finely chopped foods such as meat puree. He can eat stewed meat that is quite tender, as well as regular boiled meat.

However, the little guy prefers vegetarian food, so when we feed him meat, it's usually minced meat or stewed meat.

But as soon as they started eating, Jiaming picked up her chopsticks and immediately put them down again.

"Master, the Fifth Prince doesn't want to eat," Hongtao whispered to Jiaming, looking troubled.

Jiaming frowned, wondering if the little one had a stomach problem. A look of worry flashed across her eyes as she thought this.

Then she leaned closer to Xiao Hongjing, face to face with him, and asked seriously, word by word, "Jing'er, are you feeling unwell anywhere?" She knew that as long as the little guy listened carefully, he would basically understand.

Hongjing shook his little head slightly, then looked straight at Jiaming with his big, dark eyes and said in a childish voice, "Hey!"

It's not a stomach or intestinal problem!

Jiaming breathed a sigh of relief and moved away from the little one. "Can I feed you with red peaches, Mother?"

"No!" Hongjing refused impatiently before Jiaming could speak.

The Fourth Master frowned, and was about to scold Hongjing for his ignorant behavior.

Before he could speak, Jiaming quickly gave in, "Alright!"

Seeing this, Fourth Master turned his attention to reprimanding Jiaming, saying, "How can you spoil him like this?"

“It’s not exactly indulgence, but today is an exception,” Jiaming said immediately.

Thinking about what Jiaming meant by "exceptional", Fourth Master quickly realized that it meant that Jing'er ignored her and Hongxuan today, so it was rare for Jing'er to pay attention to her and want her to feed him. Therefore, he agreed to this opportunity to ease the tension between him and the sulking little guy.

Thinking of this, Fourth Master decided to give up scolding Jiaming for indulging the little guy's tantrums, but when he met the bright, innocent eyes of his youngest son Hongjing, his heart softened again.

Forget it, the child is still young and doesn't understand. Even if I tell him, he probably won't understand. It will be easier to educate him when he's older.

After that, the little guy didn't cause any more trouble and obediently opened his mouth to eat, his appetite remaining as good as before.

Seeing this, Jiaming felt even more relieved; the little guy was really alright.

Once I relaxed, my attention began to wander from the little guy to other people, such as Hongxuan.

"Xuan'er, eat this, it tastes good." Jiaming noticed that some dishes were a bit far from Hongxuan, and Hongxuan liked these dishes quite a bit.

Since no one was serving food at the table, the rules weren't being followed, so I reached out my chopsticks to help pick some up.

"Mother, you're so good to me," Hongxuan said, pointing to another dish he couldn't reach. "I want that one too."

Just as Jiaming was serving Hongxuan food again, little Hongjing, who was chewing his food, couldn't help but puff out his cheeks. Then, after his little eyes rolled around, he spat out the food in his mouth, pointed his chubby little hand at the plate of food that Jiaming had just served to Hongxuan, and said in a somewhat muffled voice, "Uh, yes."

Upon hearing this, Jiaming immediately picked up a piece of bitter melon from the stir-fried bitter melon with pork and gave it to the little guy.

Hongjing was satisfied, his eyebrows curved into a smile, and he opened his mouth and ate the bitter melon that Jiaming picked up.

Then, Jiaming picked up some food and put it on Hongxuan's plate, saying, "Xuan'er, eat this."

The little guy then asked Jiaming to serve him another piece of meat.

Once, twice, three times... As a result, he gave his older brother more meat dishes and fewer vegetables, while Xiao Hongjing himself received the opposite.

The little guy felt resentful because his mother still served him food based on his preference, even though he hadn't figured out for a moment that he liked vegetarian food.

He couldn't help but puff out his right cheek, and when his mother, Jiaming, put food on his plate again, he huffed and puffed, but his voice was soft and sweet, and he mumbled, "I want some."

Upon hearing this, Jiaming naturally reached out with her chopsticks and placed a piece of vegetarian food on the plate that she had just used to serve Hongxuan.

The little guy's cheeks puffed out, and he continued to huff and puff, his voice soft and sweet, as he mumbled, "Meat, meat!"

Jiaming quickly pulled her chopsticks back after picking up some food, saying, "Don't rush, Mom is getting some for you, right? You can eat soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiaming fed the little guy the vegetables she had picked up.

The little guy stared at Jiaming with wide eyes, so angry that he couldn't speak properly anymore.

"Eat!" Jiaming moved the chopsticks she was feeding the little guy around.

The little guy pursed his lips.

"Why aren't you eating?" Jiaming looked at Hongjing with a mixture of doubt and worry. Was the little guy really suffering from an upset stomach? Then why did he just...?

Before she could finish her wild thoughts, she heard the little one's soft, babyish voice say, "Want."

Jiaming blinked and looked at the vegetarian dish she had brought back several times. "You brought it back? Eat it!"

"hehe!"

The laughter of Fourth Master and Hongxuan could be heard. "What are you laughing at?" Jiaming turned her head and looked at the father and son in confusion.

Fourth Master didn't say anything, but reached with his chopsticks towards the plate where Jiaming had just picked up some food, then picked up a piece of meat and put it in the little guy's bowl.

Jiaming remained bewildered by the Fourth Master's actions, not yet understanding their meaning, when she heard her eldest son, Hongxuan, reply with a slight smile, "Mother, my brother said meat, not 'want'. He wants meat, not vegetables."

Jiaming looked at the vegetarian dish she was holding with her chopsticks, speechless. She glanced at the fuming Hongjing and reluctantly ate the dish herself. Then, she fed the little guy the meat that Fourth Master had brought back.

However, what happened next left Jiaming, Fourth Master, and Hongxuan completely dumbfounded by Xiao Hongjing's request.

After Jiaming served Hongxuan food, the little guy would ask for some too. Most of the time, the little guy would remind Jiaming that he wanted "meat".

The little one, who usually prefers vegetarian food, is suddenly asking for meat frequently, completely changing his food preferences!

This left Jiaming, Fourth Master, and Hongxuan completely bewildered!

After observing the little guy's behavior for a while, the three strange people discovered that it was always Jiaming who would put meat on Hongxuan's plate, and then he would ask for meat.

After this scene flashed through Jiaming's mind, she suddenly understood.

The little guy is jealous!

Hongxuan and Jiaming, who had both figured it out, exchanged a glance, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Both of them are quite sharp-minded, and they started to think that perhaps the little guy would get jealous even earlier, around lunchtime today.