For some inexplicable reason, Yan, who had just downed a mysterious amount of vinegar, was now staring enviously at the little boy sticking out his small buttocks against Zhu Qianying's embrace.
"Baby boy, stop craving those little white rabbits all the time. Go wash your hands now and come to eat. Granny has made many delicious things for you!"
Chen Jing, who had always taken their son's plump and rosy appearance as his biggest accomplishment, walked out of the kitchen, carrying a big steaming pot of soup in her hand.
"Wow, I finally get to taste Granny's delicacies again, oh man, I feel like I am losing taste just by waiting!"
The little boy's words earned him a rebuke from Zhu Qianying. "Baby boy, no swearing!"
The little boy stuck out his tongue and rolled up his eyelids at her, making a face, "I learned it from my brother... hehe..."
