Xiaopang, holding onto his father's hand, took a round trip downstairs and haggled with Lu Zhanguo, "Dad, I want a popsicle."
"No, you've just had watermelon. Having a popsicle right after might give you a tummy ache," Lu Zhanguo patiently replied.
Yet Xiaopang couldn't pass up such an opportunity. With his mother and brother nowhere in sight, he was determined to coax something out of his father.
"Dad, how about buying me a soda to drink, then? A tangerine-flavored one," Xiaopang proposed after some thought.
Lu Zhanguo still shook his head. "No, your mother's dinner will be ready soon. How will you eat it if you've just had a soda?"
At this, Xiaopang's eyes reddened. He pouted and kept gazing straight at Lu Zhanguo with large, teary eyes that didn't blink.
Unable to withstand Xiaopang's pleading look, Lu Zhanguo relented. Lifting his daughter into his arms, he said, "Just a little bit, okay? And you can't tell your mother about it."
