"Why are you crying?" Dick asked, puzzled, after finishing a bowl of seafood porridge.
It was at that moment that Lin Lanhe realized, to her surprise, that tears had unconsciously started to stream down her face.
She wiped them away, smiling, "I just got some sand in my eyes."
"There's no sand here?" furrowed his brow.
Lin Lanhe helplessly replied, "There is, it just blew in through the window a moment ago."
"You're lying to me," Dick wasn't easily fooled and stated firmly, "I'm not a three-year-old kid."
Lin Lanhe was amused by Dick's response.
Dick pouted, "I'm already four years old now!"
"Yes, yes, you're four years old, certainly not a three-year-old little kid," Lin Lanhe said, patting Dick's head, "Do you want to eat some more?"
"No more, I want to go play."
"You should rest for a while; otherwise, if you go play right after eating, you'll get a stomachache."
"Oh."
Dick was very obedient.
