"Your milk."
"Dad, here is your tea."
The tall and the short exchanged glances, Mu Shen holding his teacup and Ruanruan clutching her own milk, both slowly began to drink.
Ruanruan held the cup with both paws, her little legs hanging in the air, kicking back and forth, and after finishing her milk in one gulp, her small mouth had a ring of milky white moustache.
The fragrant dishes were quickly served, and Ruanruan sat down with Mu Shen to start their meal.
"Daddy, I want to eat meatballs," said Ruanruan, holding her rice bowl with her big eyes pleadingly looking at the meatballs that were a bit far from her.
Her arms were too short to reach.
Ruanruan glanced at her own little arms, then at Mu Shen.
Mu Shen placed a meatball into Ruanruan's bowl and noticing the little one's odd look, he frowned slightly and asked.
"What's wrong?"
"Daddy, I was just wondering if you were as short as Ruanruan when you were five?"
