As she ate, she answered the phone:
"Hello?"
"Jiang Tingxu!"
"It's you?"
She hadn't noticed it before, but when she heard her son's voice suddenly sound from the phone, she was a little surprised.
In the private room of the tea house, Father Mo and Mother Mo weren't there.
They knew the owner of the tea house and had gone to reminisce over the past.
The little person who was lying on the sofa sat up and leaned against the sofa while saying softly,
"Jiang Tingxu, are you eating?"
He could hear?
Alright, the little guy's hearing was pretty good.
"Yeah, I'm eating."
The little man frowned.
"Why are you only eating now? Ningning has been eating for a long time. Jiang Tingxu, you can't do this. Grandma said that eating irregularly isn't good for your health."
This was really what Mother Mo said. She said it during lunch, so the little guy remembered it very well. He even used it on his mother now.
