Chen Yike retracted her small hand and pouted, feeling a little aggrieved.
However, she did not cry. Soon, she picked up a spoon from the side and scooped the honey cucumber in the bowl.
In her eyes, food was more important than anything else.
It would not be too late to cry after eating.
She scooped up the honey cucumber and stuffed it into his small mouth impatiently.
In the next moment, Chen Yike's eyes immediately lit up. With lightning speed, she brought the entire plate of honey cucumbers over and placed it in front of her.
Then, she took a spoon in each hand, and she crazily stuffed cucumbers into her mouth.
Everyone at the table was stunned by this scene.
Wen Zhiyun, who was sitting beside her, was the first to react. She grabbed her small hand and hit her. As she hit her, she scolded,
"You silly child. You bring over your favorite dishes and eat them alone. Don't others have to eat them?!"
