Me at two years old, a queen!

"Bah!"

Lu Junxing looked at the little girl who was drooling uncontrollably when she talked about candied hawthorns, and took the children's wipes that Qin Feng handed her to save her image. He pinched her chubby cheeks and said in an annoyed tone, "Are you that greedy?"

An'an shyly covered her face and rubbed against Lu Junxing's chest, "Hehe~, my tummy is hungry~"

"Hmm~, NeiNei~"

Lu Junxing watched as the kitten snuggled against him like a kitten seeking milk, and his eyelids twitched. He glanced at his watch; it was almost time for dinner.

The little dumpling, who seemed to resemble someone else, couldn't stand being hungry even a little bit. Every mealtime it would be filled with whimpering. Lu Junxing looked at the coolness coming from his chest and realized that his shirt was soaked with drool.

"Go to the Imperial Fragrance Pavilion"

Qin Feng knew the little dumpling was hungry, and he didn't know if a child would die from hunger, but unconsciously he pressed the accelerator harder.

"Sit down!"

Lu Junxing gently pulled An'an off him and placed her in the car seat beside him. He held her still struggling body down with one hand and fastened her harness with the other.

"Woo~"

Seeing the little girl reaching out her hands to him with a pitiful expression, not saying anything but just sobbing, Lu Junxing looked into those pleading, dependent eyes and ultimately couldn't bear to take the child down.

An'an immediately wrapped her arms tightly around the man's neck. Hungry and without milk, she was anxious and insecure, and all she knew was to hold onto the man tightly, not wanting to be tied to the chair any longer.

Lu Junxing brushed the curly hair stuck to the baby's face, smoothed it with his calloused hands, and patted her back soothingly, urging Qin Feng to hurry up.

"I'll make you some milk in a little while, okay?"

Looking at An'an's red, tear-stained face, Lu Junxing whispered a comforting word. Qin Feng, unsure when, had already grown accustomed to his master's gentle, soothing voice.

Lu Junxing had originally wanted to reason with the child, but his heart was ultimately dead when he tried to push the child back into the seat. He decided to hold the child himself; there was no safer place like his own!

(Don't try this at home, safety first. In reality, babies still need to sit in their own car seats.)

Lu Junxing recalled the parenting books he had recently read and guessed that the child might be feeling insecure because he was away from his familiar environment. He was perfectly normal in daily life, but when separation occurred, he would show the same anxiety and unease he was experiencing now.

An'an has been staying by his side for a while now, strictly following the nutritionist's customized schedule and maintaining the same biological rhythm as Lu Junxing. Lu Junxing is a person who is strict with himself down to the smallest detail, so it is generally difficult for him to break the team's schedule.

So An'an developed a routine of drinking a bottle of milk and half a bowl of rice with each meal, having a small cake and some fruit in the afternoon, and rarely even getting snacks.

Even Lu Junxing, a ruthless and decisive businessman, rarely had a moment to reflect on himself. And An'an would never again be anxious about not having enough milk.

The family's car is equipped with all the necessary travel items for the child. Lu Junxing even arranged a "dad bag" for himself, believing that no one's child could be better than his own!

Qin Feng handed Lu Junxing the candied hawthorn skewer from the front. Lu Junxing wasn't interested in these things; he had taken it from An'an earlier and then casually put it away somewhere.

"An'an, I like it."

Qin Feng noticed Lu Junxing's slightly displeased expression and knew that he always paid close attention to his child's diet, rarely feeding An'an foods other than those recommended by nutritionists, let alone street vendors selling candied hawthorns whose hygiene standards were questionable.

Just as Qin Feng was about to withdraw his hand, he saw An'an, who had been listening intently, clinging pitifully to Lu Junxing's hand and looking at him with sobs.

"An'an! You've already eaten today, you can't eat anymore."

Although Lu Junxing wasn't by his side, someone who was specifically following An'an kept sending him updates on where An'an went each day, who she met, and what she ate.

He didn't say anything when he saw the little girl happily eating, knowing that her mouth was too small to bite into the candied hawthorn, so she only licked it a couple of times. That's how Qin Feng tricked her out of the candied hawthorn.

However, he still finds it difficult to tolerate food of unknown composition and hygiene unless absolutely necessary. It's said that children are more delicate and need to be carefully nurtured.

"Waaah~, Hmm~, Waaah~"

"Have your auntie make it for you when we get back."

In the end, Lu Junxing compromised; thankfully, they arrived soon.

The manager of Yuxiang Pavilion had been waiting at the special passage since receiving the notification. Yuxiang Pavilion is a place where dignitaries and celebrities hold private meetings, offering excellent privacy. Some special clients have their own private rooms with a special passage for direct access.

Of course, the chefs here are recruited from all over the country with high salaries, and the taste is top-notch. They never entertain outsiders and only have a select clientele.