Shen Zhiyu has never been a picky eater. Right now, she and her two brothers each had a steamed bun in their hands, munching away with delight.
Mother Lin looked at the egg drop soup on the table and sighed in her heart, but she didn't say anything.
It wasn't until everyone was done with the meal, and the two sister-in-laws rushed to clean up in the kitchen that she finally pulled Nanzhi aside.
"Darling, even when we have good stuff at home, one shouldn't eat like this."
Nanzhi was confused, and it took her a while to comprehend her mother's words.
Good stuff, what good stuff?
Could it be that her mother knew about the meat she planned to cook tonight?
Mother Lin was heartbroken: "I know that you want everyone in the family to eat eggs, but how old is Zhiyu now? And look at how skinny you've become? Listen to your mother, just keep the eggs and other stuff to eat with Zhiyu."
