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At the dining table.

Yang Suyun picked up the little guy and sat beside her.

She deliberately vacated the seat so that Viscount Mo could sit next to Mu Qiqi.

Mo Yan, with a cold expression, walked around the table and sat across from the three of them.

Yang Suyun ruthlessly rolled her eyes at her son. This brat was clearly doing this on purpose.

"Daddy, why don't you sit next to Mommy?" The smart little guy giggled and asked the question Grandma wanted to ask but couldn't.

Mo Yan Jue's face turned even uglier, "Sitting there is different."

"It's not the same. Daddy being next to Mommy is love." The little guy looked at him with its black eyes and said with a serious expression.

Hearing this, not only was Mo Yan Jue unhappy, even Mu Qi's face was full of black lines.

She hastily raised her head to change the topic, "Darling Xing, try this dish, does it taste good to see if it's cooked by Mommy?" Mu Qiqi said as she placed the dishes into the little guy's bowl.

The little guy gave the noodles a gulp and clapped his hands, "Delicious, the food made by Mommy is especially delicious."

"Eat more if it's delicious!" Seeing the little guy's expression, Mu Qiqi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She also picked up a few dishes and placed them in Little Star's bowl.

Yang Suyun silently watched everything that happened, and her good impression of Mu Qi Qi deepened by a bit.

Lightly picking up the chopsticks, he slowly savored the taste of the stir-fried vegetables in front of him, the smile on his indifferent face growing wider.

He couldn't help but praise her, "Qi Qi, your cooking skills are really good here. Where did you learn it from?"

Mu Qiqi smiled a bit embarrassedly. "Actually, I didn't learn it specifically. It's just that I have to take care of myself all those years I spent abroad, I can slowly learn everything."

Yang Suyun's face looked a little sad and she sighed, "I heard from my lord about the situation in your family. Sigh, they are also a poor child."

Mo Yan who was silently eating heard his mother's slander and almost spat out the food. When had he told his mother about the situation in Mu Qi Qi's family?

Mu Qiqi awkwardly smiled. "Actually, it's nothing much." Raising his eyes, he glared at Mo Yan Jue. How talkative!

"How about this?" Yang Suyun seemed to have thought of a good idea as she excitedly put down the chopsticks in her hand and looked at Mu Qiqi seriously.

Mu Qiqi stared blankly, not knowing what Yang Suyun wanted to say. She could only put down her chopsticks and seriously look into her beautiful eyes.

"Qiqi, do I take you as my foster daughter?"

Mu Qiqi was stupefied.

He did not expect Yang Suyun to be talking about this.

"This …"

When Mu Qiqi saw that he was about to acknowledge her as his goddaughter after seeing her twice, she became a little dazed.

Through these few short hours of interaction, she only felt that Mo Yan's mother was very amiable and easy to get along with. She didn't feel like rich wife was looking down on others. She was curious as to why such an elegant and amiable wife would give birth to a son with such a stinky face like Viscount Mo Yan.

However, in these few hours, he would have to recognize her as his foster daughter. Firstly, she couldn't afford to do so, and secondly, she would leave immediately after the two-year agreement ended, so she didn't think she would have anything to do with the Mo family.

Therefore, she could only tactfully decline.

"Aunty, thank you for your kindness, but I …"

"Qiqi, there's no need to rush and answer me. We can slowly get along. It won't be too late to answer after you've been familiar with me for a long time." Yang Suyun looked at her with a smile. Her entire body was emitting a maternal lustre.

Mu Qiqi's heart ached as she couldn't help but think of her mother …