"No, I can get it myself," Tilda said with a forced smile.

Sheldon glanced at Tilda and remarked, "Tilda, you must be cold and scared today. You should ask Dad to get you a bowl of ‘love soup’ to warm you up."

Tilda was at a loss for words.

Love soup!

This little boy is too cheeky!

As she was about to respond, she heard Sheldon nudging Lyndon, “Dad, hurry up! You're a man. You should take care of the ladies."

Lyndon, amused by his son's earnestness, didn't hesitate and served Tilda a bowl of soup.

Unable to refuse in front of Sheldon, Tilda accepted the bowl with a thanks.

Lyndon simply smiled in response.

Sheldon beamed, sitting between Lyndon and Tilda, feeling content as if they were a family.

"Dad, Tilda can't reach the food in front of you. Could you help her?"

Sheldon continued to direct the scene.

Lyndon, after a sip of his soup, obligingly placed some food in Tilda's bowl.

Before Sheldon could issue another command, Tilda quickly scooped up some soup and offered it to him.

“Can you eat quietly now?"

Sheldon grinned mischievously. "Tilda, you look really scared. How can I eat if my mouth is shut?"

Tilda was speechless.

You little rascal! Full of clever retorts.

"Just eat your food!" she insisted.

After taking a gulp of soup, Sheldon used his innocent logic, "Tilda, didn't you say I should eat slowly and carefully?"