These were all activities that Jiang MingYuan had done with XingXing. Naturally, the little kiddo still remembered them. Before Cheng Huan finished talking, he had already turned and looked at Jiang MingYuan intensely. 

“What are you talking about?” Jiang MingYuan anxiously grabbed XingXing’s hand and asked before Zhou HengYuan could even say anything. “Who told you that?”

“Crab’s mom.” Crab was the little kiddo who accused XingXing of lying. 

“You stay out of it,” said Jiang MingYuan with a nonchalant look. “I have my plans.”

“Alright, not my kid,” said Zhou HengYuan as he rolled his eyes at Jiang MingYuan. Turning to XingXing, he asked passionately, “Hey, little kiddo, where is your mommy?”

The kind of lamb that Cheng Huan used were the free-ranged ones from the grassland. This kind of lambs were fresh and tender with the gamey taste that normally came with lamb. Nothing else was wrong with them with the exception of being expensive.