Jiang Yi did not care if she apologized or not. He just looked at Jiang An expectantly. "Mommy, Little Wingsy doesn't want to eat vegetables."
Jiang An pressed the pause button on the apology and immediately cut off Jiang Yi's fantasy. "No, you have to eat it. Your meal has to be balanced. Otherwise, your body will fall sick easily. Are you afraid of injections? If you're sick, you have to go to the hospital for injections!"
Jiang An used the hospital to scare Jiang Yi. Like Jiang Yu, he was afraid of injections. He could only take a small piece of celery with tears in his eyes, chew it twice, and swallow it quickly. At the same time, he began to miss his grandmother's presence.
With Zou Bai's help, the portions that Jiang Yi wanted to eat were quickly settled. Jiang An poured some soup and placed it on the small table to cool. "This is enough. Let him eat slowly. We'll eat our own."
Zou Bai also gave Jiang An a bowl of soup. "Try it."
