The soup was very delicious, just as Chen Mumu had imagined. It hit her taste buds perfectly, and she yelled in satisfaction.
"Ah! That hit the spot!"
Her mother watched her down the food so quickly, like a little pig. She clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"Eat well. You're not a child anymore!"
Chen Mumu puffed her cheeks like a little kid and said in between bites, "I am still a child. Don't you know?"
Her mother rolled her eyes and then clicked her tongue in resignation. She handed her a wipe.
"Okay, you three-year-old child, now wipe your mouth because all the soup is going to get on your clothes!"
She could not imagine Chen Mumu would still be like this, even at her big age. It made her feel embarrassed to be called Chen Mumu's mother. But when she saw how her daughter was enjoying her food, she quickly swallowed the words back.
Chen Mumu quickly finished her food, washed the plates, and then went to sit on the front porch.
