Ye Xingbei was dumbfounded.
Was it really necessary to make such a fuss just to let the child have a buffet meal?
Gu Junzhu gently touched the little fellow's face, his voice was cold, but his actions were tender, "I have a friend who loves sweets. Nothing makes him happy unless it's sweet. Ironically, he has diabetes. His doctor friend advised him to quit sweets, but he refused. His doctor accused him of courting death, but he said if he stopped eating sweets, every day of his life would be unbearable. 'If I'm not happy, what use is there in living a long life?'"
Ye Xingbei wanted to retort, but he waved his hand to stop her, "I don't agree with his viewpoint, but obviously Xiao Shu hasn't reached that serious level as my friend. Xiao Shu is still young, his life is long ahead. People regard food as their prime need, he gets joy from delicious food, are you going to make him eat simple food all his life? How much joy would he lose then?"
Ye Xingbei was left speechless.
