Wan'er sat on the stool with her mouth wide open. She picked up the chopsticks on the table and put some food into her bowl.
"Daddy, I can't reach that braised pork. Daddy, help me."
Jiang Ping straightened his body and said to Wan'er.
"Wan'er, didn't daddy tell you to pay attention to dining etiquette? The guests haven't even started, and you're already rushing."
Wan'er's small face drooped as she replied softly, "I understand."
Yan'er, who was at the side, covered her small mouth and snickered when she saw Wan'er being scolded.
Jiang Ping nodded his head in satisfaction and then gestured for the three of them to start eating.
Qiu Chi, who had been unconscious for an entire day, had an empty stomach. He moved so quickly that he couldn't care less about his table manners. He stuffed the food into his mouth without bothering to taste the food.
