"Dongdong, can your dad eat this much? Why are you serving such a big bowl?" Mrs. Ma asked.
Mrs. Niu also questioned, "Exactly, it'll be a waste if he can't finish it."
Wu Dongdong said, "If he can't finish, I can just give it to the chickens and ducks in the yard, isn't that the same?"
Mrs. Niu frowned, "But with dad's illness, could it be passed on to the chickens and ducks? If they catch it, and then we eat them later on, wouldn't we get infected with something..."
After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Ma said, "Chickens are birds, and the disease they pass on to us should be called 'bird-transmitted disease,' right?"
Wu Dongdong felt somewhat frustrated, "If dad doesn't finish it, I'll eat the rest. Is that okay now?"
Mrs. Niu and Mrs. Ma looked at each other, not knowing what else to say to Wu Dongdong, and Mrs. Niu then asked, "How's dad doing now?"
Wu Dongdong responded, "You would know if you went to take a look."
