After doing all this, Yunduo beamed with pride at Yan Xiaye, looking for recognition. "Daddy says we're not allowed to waste food, but I know Yanyan and I both don't like raw tomatoes, right?"
Yan Xiaye was at a loss for words—she had witnessed how the bitten tomato had flown into Li Yuntang's plate. But Little Yunduo had moved so quickly, she didn't have time to stop her.
And here she was, a grown woman, still picky like Little Yunduo...
Feeling the heat creeping up to her ears, she quickly tried to stop Li Yuntang from picking up his fork. "Younger Uncle, just wait a moment, I'll go and order another portion."
"What's wrong with this one?"
"That, the tomato I've eaten..."
"Being picky isn't a good habit." Li Yuntang lowered his gaze, his distinctly jointed left hand picking up the fork, and without a care, he put one of the slices into his mouth. "Let it pass this time, but no next time, both of you."
"...Alright."
