Feng Qingxue only then placed the bowl with his egg pancakes in front of him and tapped his forehead with her hand, "Remember, you're not allowed to just ask for others' food, you must swallow even if the food in your mouth tastes bad, and don't waste food!"
Xiongxiong pouted, "Mommy's mean! Once I finish eating, I'm going to run away from home."
As he spoke, he took big bites of the egg pancake.
"Eventually, we'll have to let them eat bran and swallow vegetables for a while, to really taste the bitterness we once endured," Feng Qingxue said angrily.
Lu Jiang and several adult nephews looked at the children with sympathy. Feng Qingxue really meant what she said, although it might not include Zhuangzhuang, since Zhuangzhuang's stomach was weak and he couldn't digest well.
Chen Rong and Lu Cheng exchanged a glance, but said nothing.
