Feng Jia didn't know what was going on. The table was full of dishes that Gu Chu liked to eat. He knew that she was being unreasonable, but he still indulged her. "Then what do you want to eat?"
Gu Chu was annoyed. "I don't want to eat anymore."
Feng Jia said patiently, "Didn't you like the pan-fried pork last time?"
Gu Chu said stubbornly, "No."
"How about some porridge?"
"No."
"Don't you like dumplings? Should I get someone to buy some?"
"..."
Gu Chu looked at him. Seeing that he was so good-natured, her anger had mostly subsided. She lowered her head and asked, "Did y dad say anything else?"
Feng Jia raised his eyebrows. He finally knew why she was throwing a tantrum about. He sat on the sofa, opened the lunchbox, and asked, "What do you want to know?"
Gu Chu choked. She did not know what answer she wanted to know.
