"When did I ever stop you from letting Pangpang eat? I just told you not to waste food on others. Pangpang is so young, his little belly can't even finish one persimmon, and you picked so many at once; isn't that a waste? Couldn't you have used your silly brain to think about that before picking?" Mrs. Wu couldn't really get mad at the little girl; her dad spoiled her too much.
"Tingting, it's good you thought of your little brother when you got something tasty, and you deserve praise for that. It's very sisterly of you. But look at the persimmons you've picked. You're older than your brother, could you finish them if you tried?" This all started because of her own little Pangpang, and Shen Yunfang was right there, so she certainly couldn't let Tingting take the scolding alone and quickly interjected.
Tingting looked at the persimmon in her hand and shook her head.
