"Qian'er, your Eldest Uncle brought fried meat and smoked chicken legs he made today. I set some aside for you. Come on, get up and have some."
"I don't want it." The most cruel thing is seeing so much food when you're already full.
Upon hearing that, Jia Xiufang became unhappy and sat on her bed, scolding her.
"Look at you. You're not tall, and you always make a fuss. You're already short, and you dare to try to diet along with others. Sure, you're a little chubby now, but looking chubbier is better than being blown away by the wind!"
Jia Xiufang thought that Xiaoqian wasn't eating because she wanted to lose weight. Xiaoqian, upon hearing that, felt angry.
This is a real mother. Otherwise, who would criticize someone for being short and chubby?
"Mom, I'm not trying to lose weight, I just can't eat any more. I already ate outside."
"That won't do! Have some more." If something was cooked at home and their children didn't taste it, housewives would feel unfulfilled.
