Jasmine Yale knew that in this aspect, Chale Cheney was different from Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney did not like to eat shrimp, but Chale Cheney loved them.
The shrimp had clearly been specially prepared in the kitchen for the little one.
Chale was delighted, grabbing the shrimp meat with his little hand and sending it to his mouth.
"Who said you could eat that?" Sylvan asked, suddenly glaring at him.
"Ah..."
The little one opened his mouth wide, but didn't yet manage to throw the shrimp into it.
His big eyes were filled with both guilt and innocence.
Jasy had told him to eat them...
Sylvan gazed deeply at the little one's face.
Caught under Elder Cheney's scrutiny, Chale didn't know whether to eat or not. It was incredibly awkward.
"Let him eat," Jasmine said with a smile, "Jasy can't finish them."
Seeing Elder Cheney's disgusted expression, Chale pouted and reluctantly placed the shrimp meat back into Jasmine's bowl.
"Jasy should eat, baby wants to eat eggplant."
