Ling Lihua paused and looked at her tall, handsome son. After some thought, she picked up her chopsticks and plucked a piece of venison for him.
"Venison is better for you; eat it."
Lu Tingchen poked the venison in his bowl with his chopsticks and asked puzzledly, "Why is venison better for me?"
"Because you're a boy." Ling Lihua beamed at him.
Lu Tingchen suddenly felt that there was something ominous behind her smile.
He glanced at the Emperor sitting beside Lu Liangwei, then suddenly took a pair of clean chopsticks and plucked a piece for him as well.
"Your Majesty, Mother said that venison's good for men. You should have some too."
"Mm." The corners of Long Yang's mouth twitched, and he did not refuse.
However, the moment Lu Tingchen went to pick up the piece of venison, he was stopped.
Stunned, he looked at his mother, who had intercepted his chopsticks. He asked in surprise, "Mother's, what's wrong?"
