The three chubby silver leopard cubs immediately scrambled onto the low wooden chairs around the kitchen island, their big blue eyes shining with absolute mischief as they watched their two powerful step fathers bicker.
"Daddy Mo looks like a giant pink flower with that apron on!" Xiao Rui giggled loudly, pointing his tiny paw at Qin Mo's frilly strings. "But his food smells way better than Daddy Zhan's burnt bread! Daddy Zhan only knows how to smash things into pieces!"
Long Zhan's jaw dropped, and he immediately turned his fierce, violet eyes toward the laughing cub, letting out a fake, booming growl that made his white-floured face look incredibly ridiculous.
"What did you just say, you little rascal? I'll have you know that a real warrior eats thick, heavy meat, not sweet pink mash! Come here, you little snowball, let me wipe this flour directly with your shiny coat!"
He reached out his hands, playfully lunging toward the table to tickle them.
