With his large, puppy dog eyes, Ye Xingbei's heart instantly melted, and she agreed.
The four of them ordered a family meal, including two ice creams for the children, who ate with the sweetest and happiest expressions on their faces.
Seeing how engrossed the children were, and how happy they were, Ye Xingbei, who had initially given in to her softer side and couldn't resist her son's begging, gradually let go of her grievances.
It didn't matter.
Life is short.
If nothing can be done, what's the point of living?
Eating junk food occasionally won't kill anyone. If they like it, let them have it!
She once enjoyed this kind of junk food too, but after consuming it a few times, she lost her fondness for it.
Her love for ice cream, however, still remained.
But in front of the children, she needed to maintain her dignity as an elder.
Although she didn't understand the relationship between eating ice cream and dignity, eating ice cream in front of the children somehow felt weird.
