Tonight, I just finished cooking for Regan. I immediately sat beside him, who was engrossed in learning to write."Wow, Mother's child can already write the letter A, huh? Regan is so smart," I complimented while rubbing his head."Yes, Mother. Mrs. Gulu said, Egan was already good at writing," Regan said with a lisp, which made me not want to miss always kissing his chubby cheeks."Your Prince is hungry, isn't he?" I asked."Very tired, Mother. I don't want to eat," he said excitedly."Then let's fly to the dining table!" I lifted Regan's petite body and sat her on a chair at the dining table. "Landing successfully," I said, making him chuckle.Mom, cook what?" he asked, staring at the food on the table."Mother cooks Egan's favorite fried chicken," I said, taking her favorite rice and chicken thighs."Fun! The problem is that at Aunt Ilen's house, Egan doesn't eat fried chicken," he said.I smiled and handed him the food. "Eat a lot, unfortunately, Mother."I haven't told you who Ir
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