Triplets: Daddy, Please Pamper Us Lightly
Chapter 403 - 402: The Cat Weeps for the Rat, A Pretend Compassion!_1

Chapter 403: Chapter 402: The Cat Weeps for the Rat, A Pretend Compassion!_1

Yuan Bao sat in the car and pretended to ignore Qi Yunjue.

However, he was observing Qi Yunjue’s reactions subtly out of the corner of his eye.

If that man showed even a hint of disgust, he could seize the chance to make fun of him and drive a wedge in their relationship!

However, after waiting for a few minutes...

To his surprise, not only did the man not show signs of disgust, but also he ate the dumplings without any change in his facial expression, almost finished!

His graceful movements suggested as if he was not consuming messy dumplings but rather a savory, exquisite French meal!

Yuan Bao furrowed his brows, sinking into self-doubt.

Could it be that he poured sugar into the dish instead of salt?

After all, if there was nearly half a bottle of salt in there, the man couldn’t have been so non-reactive, right?

Just as Yuan Bao was wondering if he had poured salt into the dumplings, the man beside him suddenly spoke, "Watching me the whole time—are you wanting to eat?"

Yuan Bao initially wanted to shake his head, but he was also curious about whether he had added salt in the dumplings or not.

Yuan Bao grumbled, "These breakfast dishes were actually prepared by my mom for me. When I couldn’t finish and didn’t want to waste, she just packed them for you!"

The implication was clear—you, Duke, are only fit to eat my leftover food!

Still, no matter how he was teased and humiliated, Qi Yunjue remained poker-faced, "If you don’t want to eat, I’ll finish it all!"

Yuan Bao:...

Did this guy not understand his implication, or did he think the dumplings spiced up tasted really good?

So good that he didn’t care they were leftovers?

Seeing that there were only three dumplings left in the lunchbox, Yuan Bao could no longer stay calm.

He gave a light cough, said: "I digested a lot when I went downstairs just now, feeling a little hungry now."

Yan Ling: ???

Wasn’t Yuan Bao just clutching his belly and saying it couldn’t move due to overstuffing?

Was he already hungry after only a few minutes?

Amazed, wasn’t this getting hungry too quickly?

Upon hearing this, Qi Yunjue remained impassive. Still, he picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks and feed it to Yuan Bao.

Feeling awkward about being spoon-fed, Yuan Bao took the chopstick from Qi Yunjue and stuffed the dumpling into his mouth, "No need to feed, I can eat mysel... bleh..."

The salty dumpling nearly made Yuan Bao vomit right then and there.

This was way too salty!

One bite and it felt like he was eating salt.

Yuan Bao reflexively wanted to spit out the dumpling, but before he could even move, he heard a cool voice beside him, "What? Finding mom’s handmade dumplings unappetizing and want to throw up?"

At these words, salty as the dumpling was, Yuan Bao couldn’t help but swallow it with tears in his eyes!

"Here, have some water so you won’t choke." Qi Yunjue handed him a bottle of water.s

Oh, what an act of fake sympathy!

If he was genuinely concerned, he wouldn’t have tricked him into eating that dumpling.

Yuan Bao already harbored a strong aversion for Qi Yunjue, and being duped into eating the dumpling only heightened his ire.

"You mentioned that the breakfast mom made was delicious, didn’t you? This porridge isn’t bad either, you should hurry up and drink it!"

As saying this, Yuan Bao immediately opened the second lunch box.

Seeing an inexplicable green tinge inside the box, Yan Ling frowned.

The dish she prepared was millet and coix seed porridge.

Why would there be green in the porridge?

It must have been added later by someone!

Thinking of evening the score, Yuan Bao didn’t bother about other concerns and immediately took a spoonful of the porridge, offering to feed it to Qi Yunjue, "This porridge is delicious, have a taste!"

Qi Yunjue frowned, staring at the porridge inside the spoon for a while without responding.

Imitating Qi Yunjue’s tone, Yuan Bao asked, "What’s the matter? Do you consider my mom’s porridge a black-hearted offering and thus unwilling to eat?"