Little Red Bean widened her dark innocent eyes, staring at Little Rice Cake blankly. After a long while, she realized that she just got tricked. She pouted, tears starting to cloud her eyes. "I don't wish to sit with you."
Is she going to cry?
Little Rice Cake stared at the layer of moisture gleaming in her eyes. Hurriedly, he tried to think of the times when he wanted to cry. At that time, his mommy would try to coax him while his dad would remind her to divert his attention. Little Rice Cake rotated his eyeballs before asking randomly, "Do you have apples?"
Weren't they arguing about the seating arrangement? Why did he suddenly ask about the apples?
Little Red Bean pouted again, thought for a moment, but still couldn't understand his motives so she stared at the droplets at the corners of her eyes, shaking her head. As she moved, the two long braids at the corners of her head flew sideways.
