Shen Shoufu was almost laughed out loud by her twisted logic.

Shen Shoufu finally understood that he was overthinking it. This child didn't know anything about the relationship between men and women. Come to think of it, she was only five years old.

So, she just simply likes good-looking people.

Regardless of gender.

That's fine.

Privately, Chief Minister Shen and Madam Shen complained: “I don’t know who Yan Bao looks like, judging people by their appearance.”

Madam Shen said shamelessly: "It should be like me. Wasn't it me who was attracted to my husband's face back then?"

The sudden confession of love made Shen Shoufu stunned for a moment, and then his old face flushed: “Oh, besides this face, Madam didn’t like anything else?”

This time it was Mrs. Shen’s turn to blush: “What else could I fancy? I didn’t know my husband was so capable at that time.”

Shen Shoufu: “Ahem… You woman, your husband is talking about talent and learning, not that thing.”

Mrs. Shen's face turned red in an instant, and she wished she could dig a hole in the ground.

He was quickly hugged by Chief Minister Shen. Fortunately, there were only two of them, otherwise it would be really embarrassing to say this.

The corners of Shen Shoufu's mouth rose. He was in a good mood after being praised in a roundabout way. "Since Madam has determined that I am strong, why not give it another try tonight and see how capable I am after more than 20 years?"

Can Mrs. Shen refuse?

She couldn't refuse.

Yan Bao couldn't sleep, so he went out to admire the moon. He heard Ziyun's stomach rumbling. They looked at each other and went to the kitchen to find something delicious. They suddenly wanted to eat snail noodles, but unfortunately they didn't have any.

Sitting up is troublesome, and Yan Bao doesn't want the trouble.

Finally, I went to the kitchen to clean up and prepare for barbecue.

Ziyun lit a fire, and Yanbao skewered the meat, vegetables, eggplant, and lots of minced garlic. Soon the aroma wafted out.

Through a wall, Chief Minister Shen smelled a scent. Seeing Madam Shen sleeping soundly due to exhaustion, he tiptoed down to the ground and followed the scent to find Yan Bao's small courtyard.

"What are you doing?" Shen Shoufu looked at the simple barbecue rack, the dazzling array of skewers and the fragrant barbecued meat, and secretly swallowed his saliva in frustration.

Yan Bao held up a skewer of roasted pork belly and stood on tiptoe to feed Shen Shoufu desperately, with a series of thoughts in his mind: [Daddy can’t scold me just because he ate my meat! ]

Shen Shoufu: “…”

Should he eat this meat or not?