Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

But Fu Siyu had already acted first, directly using his chopsticks to add two chicken wings to Fu Yang’s bowl.

"...," Fu Yang was somewhat disdainful, "I didn’t ask you to do that for me."

"Eat or go hungry."

"Who says I’m not eating?" If Fu Siyu didn’t want him to eat, he’d want to eat even more, "I want garlic shoots, eggs, and ribs."

"All meat, did you forget the doctor told you to have a balanced diet?"

"Then I’m growing up. Mr. Fu works hard every day to make so much money, but he won’t even let his own son eat meat—aren’t you afraid people will laugh?"

Shu Wan sat to the side, not quite understanding why these two were suddenly so fiercely at odds today.

Fu Siyu added two pieces of ribs for Fu Yang, then piled up several chopsticks worth of vegetables, "Mix meat and vegetables."