Chapter 118: when Damian Desmond was six years old, was he as formidable as this?

Even though she used a clean pair of chopsticks to pick food for her son, he still complained. Can she be blamed for that? "But didn't you say that I took the food from you every time?" Miss Forger couldn't help but retort. "Who said I took it from you?" Miss Forger couldn't stand it anymore and didn't bother to respond. "It's because you don't feel ashamed to take it from me," he replied. "Is this table not enough for the two of us?" Damian Desmond looked at the mother and son and was at a loss for words. If someone heard their conversation, they might think he couldn't support his wife and child.

"Boss, you should manage your wife. She's still so competitive with a child."

Puddy Forger skillfully peeled a shrimp and put it in his mouth. "Puddy Forger, how dare you call me old? Hmph, it's better to give birth to an egg than a child." At least an egg wouldn't annoy her.

"Too bad the egg can't call me a mother."

"It would if it hatched into a chick."

"Stop talking and eat." The man ord