Chen Wei'er tightly held He Xun's hand and shook her head.
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry. I don't have much of an appetite."
"Don't tell me you're afraid!" Wang Hua wore a smile on her face. She picked up a clean bowl and filled it with the osmanthus porridge. Just when Chen Wei'er thought she was going to force-feed her, Wang Hua finished the porridge in one go. She licked the corner of her lips as if she hadn't had enough of it. Thereafter, she looked at Chen Wei'er and egged her on, "It's delicious! Have a taste. It is our specialty. It is really good."
"Thank you. I'll eat it when I'm hungry." Chen Wei'er shook her head.
The mockery in Wang Hua's eyes cannot be concealed.
"What? Are you afraid that we'll poison you? Don't worry, we'll eat these things ourselves!"
Chen Wei'er still waved her hand. "No, I'm not really hungry. Thank you."
