Hua Qiyue looked at the owner of that hand—Yun Shimo, who was looking at her coldly, then he said gently to Tianci, "Tianci, this cuisine is specially made for you, and Daddy also prepared all the delicacies on this table for you and me."

Hua Qiyue was depressed to almost spit blood. Although it was a little unkind to rob food from her son, these delicacies on the table were actually made for four, weren't they?

But Yun Shimo was so mean. What he said implied ...