Little Milk Bun, who originally intended to correct her senior brother's bad notion on behalf of Master Ming Ye, stood with her hands on her hips, blinking her big eyes in bewilderment.
What's going on?
Has he lost his mind?
Why is he laughing after being scolded?
Then a plastic sound followed, as if he was tearing open a wrapper to one side.
A piece of dried apricot with a sweet and sour scent was brought to Tang Jin's lips.
Little Milk Bun's actions preceded her thoughts as she unconsciously opened her mouth; only after the dried apricot was in her mouth did she puff out one cheek, her eyes wide and round.
It's all over! I've overeaten today, and if Mom finds out, she's going to cry to Jinjin!
Jinjin really can't stand to see adults cry.
But waste is wrong, and Little Bun, not willing to spit out the sweet and sour dried apricot in her mouth, mumbled indistinctly.
