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"Mummy, I want to eat cola chicken wings and braised fish. I want to eat anything you cook!" Spike pouted while hanging on Lynnsey's arm. Upon hearing this, Ray's face turned dark, and he coldly said, "Tonight, your mummy can't cook." The little one looked up in confusion and asked, "Why?" "No reason," Ray said coldly. "Either eat the chef's food obediently or I personally cook for you." Spike: "..." Daddy is too much, too domineering. I don't like daddy anymore! But Daddy's imposing aura is so intimidating. If he insists on eating mummy's food, will Daddy get angry and throw him out? After a fierce mental struggle, Spike pitifully said, "Then I'll eat the food cooked by the chef uncle..." Lynnsey bent down and touched Spike's hair, smiling and saying, "Mummy has been in meetings