"This is mine."
Ji Mushu stared wide-eyed.
"Huh, what's the difference?"
Yu Mobai glanced at the kitchen, then quietly bent down and leaned closer, "Yike, does your mom like steamed buns?"
Dong Yike nodded frantically, a smile still on her lips, "I especially love these celery and beef buns."
"Wow, it seems like there's really something going on between the two of them."
Yu Mobai took a big bite and said, "Uncle Ji has really had a second spring? This bun tastes pretty good."
"snort!"
Ji Mushu snorted and said jealously, "When I used to say I wanted to eat steamed buns, my dad would just go downstairs to buy them."
"Oh dear, little comb sister."
After a night of recovery, Dong Yike returned to her former cheerful self.
Last night's events feel like a dream.
"Uncle Ji, you've learned how to make it now, so you'll be able to eat it often from now on. Of course, I'll be in luck too."
Ji Mushu glanced at her with her beautiful eyes, but ultimately didn't say anything else.
Actually, she had already noticed something was off about her father and Dong Yike's mother from the very beginning last night.
It's one thing for the two of them to communicate with each other through eye contact, but Dong Yike's mother even knew that her father was in poor health and told him to drink less alcohol.
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She hadn't heard this phrase in over a decade; the last time she heard it from someone else was when her mother said it when she was a child.
In the past, she would never have allowed Dong Muhong to have anything happen between her and her father.
But last night...
While she was thinking, Ji Zhigang brought over another steamer of hot buns and took away the slightly cold buns in front of Dong Yike so that she could eat the hot ones.
"Thank you, Uncle Ji!"
Looking at Dong Yike, Ji Mushu sighed inwardly.
Well, considering how pitiful she is, giving up half of her father shouldn't be a big deal...
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