Gu Yu stared at his mother with a pair of dark, deep eyes for a long while, but eventually, he couldn't help but turn his head away and looked out the window, saying, "Forget it, I won't quibble with you guys. If she loves to eat it, just let her eat it all."
"Tsk." Gu Yu's mother rolled her eyes at her son, showing an attitude of not bothering with him, then turned her head and said to Tang Yuran with a smile, "Youran, eat more, eat more. Look at you, so thin. If there's anything you like, just tell godmom. Next time I will cook it for you myself, it's guaranteed to be tastier than what they sell outside!"
"Hmm... okay!" Tang Yuran took a bite of the steamed bun she was holding, nodding her head as she ate.
After nearly devouring half of breakfast on the coffee table, Tang Yuran simply couldn't eat any more.
She put down her chopsticks and touched her round belly, looking helplessly at Gu Yu's mother, "Godmom, I can't eat any more."
