"Fai, I made this shredded chicken congee for you," Mu Chenyan placed the congee bowl in front of Hyson and lovingly gazed at him.
Yue pushed her aside and put the soup on the table, 'I simmered it for a long time. It's perfect for you.'
"Hey!" Mu Chenyan's voice raised up a little. "Are you trying to say that my congee is not good enough for him?"
'I'm saying you should stop hovering around my son!'
"Is he not my son?" retorted Mu Chenyan.
Lin Zhen had never seen such a scene before. He leaned close to Hyson and asked, "Which one is really a mother?"
"Both are," answered Hyson. Lin Zhen raised his brow at him and he elaborated, "And no, they are not a couple."
"I did not say that," gritted out Lin Zhen.
