Mao Mao looked at Bing Yun in surprise and said, "Sister, the food Brother Nian Bing makes is really delicious. You should try some! Don't call me little sister; I'm already sixteen. Just call me Mao Mao, that's what everyone calls me." As she spoke, she once again offered the snow chicken to Bing Yun. Bing Yun was momentarily stunned, looking at Mao Mao with her childlike innocence, she couldn't bear to refuse. Plus, the snow chicken really did smell good. Without further ado, she reached out to take the skewer, tore off a drumstick, and then handed the skewer back to Mao Mao. "You go ahead and eat; this is enough for me."