Me at two years old, a queen!

The manager saw the usually cold-faced, ruthless man come down carrying something. By the time he realized what it was, he was too slow to react; his mind had stopped working, but he still instinctively switched to work mode.

"Mr. Lu... Mr. Lu, the dishes you ordered are ready, and the milk powder has been prepared; the temperature is just right now."

The manager, waiting to emerge from President Lu's private room afterward, saw the "King of Hell" (a nickname for a father) testing the temperature of a baby bottle on the back of his hand like a doting father. He thought to himself, "My goodness!" and quickly shook his head, trying to forget the scene; he didn't want his eyes gouged out.

Then I asked the kitchen to quickly bring out some more steamed egg custard, small cakes, and other things that kids like.

Lu Junxing usually comes here to discuss business. The fact that no clients came today that he needed to greet or welcome indicates that they came specifically to eat. Although Yuxiang Pavilion is a place for the powerful and wealthy to discuss business, it also attracts many second-generation rich kids who want to show off and gain face.

The big boss behind Yuxiang Pavilion has never bothered with food. He usually leaves as soon as he finishes his business, and often the dishes on the table are barely touched. This is the first time I've seen him come here specifically to eat.

Who knows? The King of Hell actually has a child! It's so upsetting! I can't eat his melon! This manager, after so many years of working here, is starting to wonder if his personality is unsuitable for this line of work. After all, working at Yu Xiang Ge means being blind, deaf, and, most importantly, mute.

Lu Junxing watched as she took the bottle and drank it all in no time. Usually, she would suck on the nipple and play while taking a few sips, and sometimes when he was rushing to work, he had to sternly urge her to drink faster.

Feeling unusually guilty, Lu Junxing, for the first time ever, picked up the bowl of smooth, steamed minced meat and egg custard and fed the child a couple of bites.

An'an, who had recovered, stared in surprise at the spoon being offered to her mouth. She felt a little strange. Her father always insisted that she should not move or talk at the table, and she usually ate by herself. The little girl was so small, but her head was full of questions.

His eyes darted around, his gaze fixed on the question: "Is this my poop?"

"What are you looking at? Open your mouth!" Lu Junxing said coldly, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Okay~, this is still the Daddy I know!" An'an opened her mouth and swallowed the fragrant steamed egg custard in one gulp. The chefs at Yuxiang Pavilion were truly skilled. Her little mouth immediately followed suit: "Ah~"

Lu Junxing patiently fed her a couple of mouthfuls, watching her happily munching away, a stark contrast to her earlier whimpering and searching for milk. His patience was wearing thin.

He casually grabbed a tissue and wiped her mouth, then gave her a light tap on the head: "Eat by yourself! No dawdling, or you'll be staying here washing dishes!"

"Can I get money then?" An'an hadn't been working for nothing lately, so she knew that she could earn money by working, and that red coins could buy lots of candy and small cakes.

"Tsk! There's none! And no candy either!"

"You get scolded even if you don't wash the dishes well."

Lu Junxing recalled the child's greedy nature, probably wanting to use the money to buy snacks, and took the opportunity to add: "You can't eat things given to you by others, understand? Otherwise you'll be caught and beaten! A cute child like you will be beaten to death!"

An'an was terrified when she heard this, and pitifully covered her face, saying, "No! What am I going to do about how cute I am?"

She glared indignantly at the teasing man: "It's all Daddy's fault! Humph! Why did you have to make me so cute?"

Qin Feng looked at the little girl touching his cheek with a smile. What to do? He seemed to understand why Zhao Chenyu always liked to stick close to the little dumpling. Even though he couldn't come on this business trip, he'd sent him a long list of tips on taking care of a child.

"So what if she's so cute?" Lu Junxing looked at her amusedly. The little girl was praising herself for being cute, and he touched her cheek, as if to confirm that his daughter was indeed adorable.

"Oh dear~, if this happens... the bad guys will take me away! If this happens, Daddy won't be able to see me... and... I'll cry so much!" The little girl seemed genuinely afraid her father would cry himself to death; her eyes were already welling up with tears.

"Tsk~" Upon hearing this outrageous remark, the rare teasing in Lu Junxing's eyes vanished instantly. He poked her forehead in annoyance and said, "If you weren't so greedy, you wouldn't have been captured if you went with someone else!"

That's true. Who would dare to risk their life to kidnap Lu Junxing's daughter? Sometimes he wondered why the girl seemed so simple-minded.