"One less bite won't kill you." Seeing her gaze longingly, Pei Qin let her reach out with her chopsticks to grab some.
With Pei Qin's implicit permission, Pei Yuan busily snatched up a piece of pig's ear.
Grandma Fang glared at the pair, sitting beside them, "Drink more hot soup later, your mother-in-law made black chicken soup for you!"
Pei Yuan, already queasy at the mention of nourishing soups from gulping them down, stealthily took another bite of the braised pork stomach.
Pei Qin picked up a slice of beef for her.
Feng Xiaolang couldn't stand it any longer, kicking his legs around and fussing, "There's no beef left! That one's mine! It's mine!"
Li Hualing's face changed instantly, and she scolded him in a low voice, "How is there none left? Isn't there still some in the plate! You haven't even finished what's in front of you!"
