"Of course not!"
Mu Yichen looked down at her and replied softly.
"Then why is she at our house? She's cooking for us, you should pay her, didn't you say that people shouldn't reap what they haven't sown? Apart from what our parents give us, we shouldn't accept any benefits from others."
Huanhuan spoke eloquently, and Mu Yichen couldn't help but sigh: "You first take your little brother to wash your hands."
Huanhuan wasn't very happy but didn't say anything further.
Chengcheng, on the other hand, told Mu Yichen as she walked out: "Dad, you need to remember to pay Miss Chen."
"I know!"
Mu Yichen responded blandly, and after watching them leave, he sat down in the dining room.
Chen Xiaoyi was initially cooking with confidence and excitement, but the words from his children seemed like a slap to her face, leaving her unsure of what she was doing.
"Stop, let's eat out this morning."
Mu Yichen said with a tone.
