Josh Batton was speechless.

"This is Annabeth's favorite food lately. All six of these dumplings are reserved for her. They are not for you," Sharon Lindt told him sternly.

"I was going to get it for Annabeth. I wasn't planning on eating any," he sighed.

Only after hearing this did Sharon smile in a satisfied manner. "That's good. I was wondering why you'd be so daft," she replied, smiling in satisfaction upon hearing that.

He remained silent and smiled awkwardly before reaching for one fried dumpling and placing it in front of Annabeth Cates, who seemed uneasy.

"That's not necessary," Annabeth spoke up. "I'm fine with eating just two. Don't you all like it, too? You should all have some."

"We are fine. You can have it all. You're the most important person in this family," Wilson Batton stated, pushing the entire plate of fried dumplings over to her.

The more they behaved like this, the more embarrassed she felt.

Although it was only a plate of ordinary dumplings, she didn't want to finish the entire thing by herself.

Hence, she pushed the plate back to the center of the table. "I want to eat some other dishes today, so I'll only have a few of these. You all can have the rest. I've been eating fried dumplings daily that I'm getting sick of it."

"I see. In that case, I'll stop making these tomorrow. What about prawn dumplings? I remember that's one of your favorite dishes, too," Sharon asked.

"Okay, sure. I'll eat anything you cook."

"Great, I'll make some prawn dumplings tomorrow and something else. I haven't decided what else to cook yet," Sharon said.

"Thank you, Mom."

"No need to thank me. I'm more than willing to do these things for you," Sharon smiled warmly. "Oh, I need to start preparing lunch soon. What would you like to eat for lunch, Annabeth?"

Before she could reply, Josh spoke up. "Can I ask for something? I miss eating your sweet-and-sour pork ribs, Mom."

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She gets to decide."

Her reply made him shake his head helplessly. "Mom and Dad, sometimes I wonder if I'm really your biological son," he joked.

"What on earth are you implying?" his mother questioned.

"Why do I feel like Annabeth is your birth daughter instead?"

"If that's what you think, I can't do anything about that," she said with a shrug before she regarded

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"Darling, what do you want to eat for lunch? Tell me, and I'll start preparing."

"Hmm, sweet-and-sour pork ribs sound good, actually. Is that okay?" Annabeth asked.

"Of course! I'll cook a larger portion so you can have more of it," Sharon replied.

"What else would you like? Tell us," Wilson said.

"I'd like stir-fried yam and vinegar-marinated potatoes, that's all. You can decide on the rest," she told them.

Sharon snapped her fingers

decisively. "Okay, I'll decide the rest.

I'll head out to buy some of the best pork ribs for you."

Josh simply shook his head with a chuckle. "Indeed, Annabeth is your biological daughter. I was adopted."

Whenever he experienced such favoritism, he wouldn't be able to resist joking with his parents about it.

Wilson also started joking. "We can't do anything about it if that's what you think."

He was left speechless.

Sharon turned to look at Annabeth again. "Did you sleep well last night?"

She nodded.

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