"Wow, Mother…this is so good."
Standing in front of the Tanghulu shop, Xi Ling said to Li Rui while forwarding the tanghulu stick in front of Li Rui.
Li Rui froze on hearing her son's words. She could feel the vendor's eyes on herself and she didn't need to know what kind of gaze it must be.
A smack came on Xi Ling's head. Although it was light, it made Xi Ling remember his mistake. He turned his neck a little and sure enough found his father looking at him with a strict face.
The small bun immediately corrected his words turning back to look at his mother once again.
"Uncle, Do you want to taste it?"
Li Rui sighed as she shook her head in negative.
Xi Ling was young so of course, it was not surprising that he would not remember being careful in his excitement.
Feeling the eyes of the vendor on herself even now, she finally looked at him calmly.
