Ye Rong did not know whether to laugh or cry at the small yellow croaker in the lunch box. From the looks of it, there were more than a dozen of them. Just like that, there were still people who continued to give them. However, Ye Rong did not want any more. If she continued to give them like this.., even if there were one more of them, they would not be able to finish them.
“Huanhuan, why do you want so many small yellow croakers?”
Ye Rong placed the lunchbox on the table, then picked Yan Huan up and told her to sit properly. Her daughter indeed had a lot of little thoughts. Why did she want so many small yellow croakers?
“Give the fish to Mommy.”
Yan Huan scooped up a spoonful of rice with a spoon and stuffed it into her small mouth.
