Transmigrated into Home with Kids as Liu Xing's Older Brother
Early the next morning, sunlight slipped through the crack in the curtains, scattering across my face like golden threads. The moment I opened my eyes, I heard Liu Xing wailing outside: “Mom! Where did I put my red scarf?”
I rolled out of bed and headed for the living room while getting dressed. Liu Mei came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of steaming buns and said irritably, “How am I supposed to know where you put it? You’re always losing things!”
Xia Yu was sitting at the dining table, holding a bun in one hand and flipping through a comic book with the other. When he saw me, he mumbled, “Hey, bro, when do you think Mom’s cooking will look as nice as the Western food on TV?”
My eyes lit up. This was the perfect chance to bring up the idea of kids’ meals with Liu Mei. I walked over to her with a grin and said, “Mom, I actually have an idea. Kids these days love meals that are cute and nutritious. What if we made some creative…”
