"Come on, give it up already," Liu Cheng reluctantly opened his Space Button and took out a thermal container.
"Dear Mother, these are the last two I have," Liu Cheng said, pushing the box forward slightly with some reluctance.
It was just a tiny nudge, barely noticeable unless you were paying close attention.
The woman sitting in the seat of honor grabbed the box and glared at Liu Cheng, "Stop dilly-dallying, just like your father!"
Liu Cheng's father, feeling unjustly accused, first glared at Liu Cheng and then looked at the woman with a cheerful grin, not daring to say a word.
At that moment, Liu Cheng's mother opened the thermal container and saw the golden corn.
The enticing aroma that spread was not overpowering, slightly addictive.
Liu Cheng's father, craning his neck to get a better look, still didn't dare to speak.
He watched his wife take a piece of corn, bite into it, and chew expressionlessly for a moment.
